is only shame ...
Only when you find in front of me, I'm done. I'm burning in a cold corner, eager to be kissed, wanting to be filled with the roar of anger fruitful your drums, I'm full of the fury of the waves, I'm immersed in thought, I drown in the smell of your body in the softness of your skin, the brightness of your smile and wish you the embarrassment of both. But when my shame end I quail in your hands and your lips germinate in my skin ...
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