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(for my love-Edugo)

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a sea of \u200b\u200buncontrollable passions
the sun to be half
and my thundering beat
eager to take your thin body.

Your look unusual
bubbling chest
an insatiable desire for pleasure,
your lips I kiss with passion,
phone warm hands touch me without repression,
your naked body on mine
moistened with strokes of love
my skin burning with rave
in your heart.

Your soft voice calling me,
silent wind
that proclaims the love song
I sing whenever I say how much I love them.
And the joy of having you,
to know you're with me,
sparkling joy
harmonizing our day
the distance each increasingly broad
between loneliness and me
the moon flashing school
its dim light between the sheets
and envelops us and ferociously sweet
between rage and love
of our souls.

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CRYING IN THE SAND TODAY


Poetic frenzy complexed
these red lips without being kissed;
soil mocks my tears
and wind rush is
stops and passes a thousand distances to
not be smeared
no return crying, pain
hindered,
my bearskin shaved.

Where the dead must be
that since his departure
were lost in a shipwreck of wild passions,
this is the cycle of martyrdom,
the psalm without divine mantle,
a popular science article
to see if a poet reads.

The bitterness of being a
thinking without words or spitting,
of who remains silent out of compassion
and trapping
uncertainty in pollen extract
to try to fertilize
made glass sand.