When what was believed lost is found
without seeking,
When words take shape before an absent body,
When
the mind wakes up without even sleeping and dreams are lived,
Before
the gaze of who undresses desires,
Of who urges between
perversions that blush but excite,
When modesty is forgotten in a
dark room,
Alone and the excitement that bristles skin
predominates,
In imagination of a voice whispering in your
ear,
How do I guess what your body gets extreme and wet,
When
closing your eyes wandering between fantasies,
That distance does
not obstruct feeling and perceiving those caresses and kisses,
Of
those who avoid but do not resist and let themselves be carried away
between quiet moans for fear of what they will say,
Tremors that
make fingers agile,
Coming to that which seems immoral that makes
you feel immortal,
Feeling free to free yourself in that
orgasm,
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