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1637 As if were wild ducks

As if was wild ducks
On the humid swamps,
I will allow flying my caresses
Over your body,
And the volatile of my impulses
To devour each span
Of your territories,
Will reduces me,
After the zenith of course,
To nothing else absolutely.
Because after loving you
And of perpetually kissing
Every part of your being,
I will move further on
Of the allowed boundaries
To normal beings.
Because with you
The fondness is so explicit
That it doesn't make any sense
To explain the sensation
That loving you produces me.

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