Heart breaks so easily
as the sun of ego shines like a torrid afternoon
setting on fire the stone desert
of everyday.
Behind a tree, a shadow.
Waiting patiently for me is that you oh beautiful bride?
Eyes like moors, breasts like tender pigeons
killed on the highway of time
by a crazy driver high on life.
Oh my soul, my sister, my beloved
Beautiful white shadow
wrap me with your tender wings
and squeeze me till my breath
runs out into you
filling your insides like a supreme orgasm
highest bliss of the ultimate union.
Hai, Nicușor, salvează-ne încă o dată
9 hours ago
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