sexta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2011

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE

Touching your skin, a shiver,
What was some that care breeze?
The love fully delivered to the heat,
Will be complete without limits
As I was so you control, propitious
that enjoyment riddles, most concise,
And the heart atrocious, ferocious, vagrant,
in the entrails of desires is rooted...
So we are errant pariahs, animals,
Make corners of the our nests
In loving ferociously; insanity...
In a profound ecstasy and something profane,
A cry tearing up the air, nearly human,
Orgasmic madness, fills, invades...

Marcos Loures

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