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QUEEN

QUEEN

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Sit on my pelvis, put your feet on my face.

Step on my forehead and my mouth, teeth,

my tongue and thirst. Sit down, straighten up;

use my legs as a backrest; throw your hair back.

Sit down, my enthroned Queen; wiggle, take my

organ, get me right inside of your heat. Step

weightless on my gluttony with the heel, the cream,

the folds of your milk skin; step with the instep,

with the lateral and, oh, with the lyric medial

arch and art of your feet.

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Legs that I smooth and keep a mysterious freshness

unrelated to the environment in the hot night.

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Keep me inside of you and give me your rhythm,

your breasts bouncy, your beauty of goddess, sovereign

and slave. Love me with gentle strength,

your flame dance.

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Oh, giant star above..., oh, burning,

blinding black light! Oh.

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The embraced silence.

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Igor Buys

April 9, 2019 / January 4, 2019

Versão do autor para a língua inglesa.

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