I baci quelli veri
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“Mi pento dopo…prima lo rifaccio”🦋
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Caressing her as a frost-bitten beggar
I am but mere centrifugal force
Touch and taste chipping against the other like strange alien implements
An agony of sybaritic chisels, etched in cobalt
Helpless, she utters lavender shrieks and speaks in scarlet bellowings
Shouting my name, cursing in vain
— Ella s’inginocchiò ai Suoi piedi
e a mani giunte, come in preghiera,
bevve… “BEVVE DAL SUO BICCHIERE.”
Il Silente Loquace ©
— @ilsilenteloquaceblog