Am I lubricious, too noisy and cheerful,
Loving your sex, hidden deep in your thoughts,
Loving the roses of lips on my pillows
Left in the agony of my jejune notes?
Have I forsaken the treasures of wisdom,
Hearing the leaves through the breeze of your words;
Have I forgotten the pillars of Fathers
Forbidding the wretched result of your plots?
Walking the nave, I stretch hands to your glory,
Knowing the sin, I will love you to death;
Rivers of eyes see the end of my story,
Oceans of sex that I drink from your breasts...
Oceans of sex
© Copyright: Sing, 2001
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