Don’t kiss my hands
They are full of unbearable sadness.
Don’t kiss my lips
They have taste of frank insincerity
With remains of unended love
And torn into pieces desires.
Don’t caress my hair
There’s smell of burnt in agony bodies.
Don’t touch my spine
It’s like butterfly’s wings fragile
So easy to break my life.
Don’t love me with all your hurry!
Don’t thirst for me in your clumsiness!
Touch me only with your dissolute look
And slide into me just in your thoughts!
249 don t
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