The wheel of the fortune
Went by the interstices
Of my mouth,
Just in the same moment
That your moons
Appeared in my dawn.
From then on
As drunk I dance
As a Turkish monk
That turns and goes around and around.
Everything
Starting from you
Was a constant navigate
Around
The convolution
Of your chest.
To confer love to my chest
I have enough
With the honey and the milk
Of your body.
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