How to compete
Against the skills of your body
When you go full wind
Toward the pleasure’s core?
My senses are lightning
In this eternal instant.
Being an easy prey
Of the harmony of your moans
And the chaos of my caresses on your skin.
As if it were a furoshiki,
The storm of your desire surrounds me.
I am warm water evaporating into the sea
And you surround me
You encircle me and make me counterturn
In the churning of your ocean of milk,
Shifted counterclockwise of pain,
In favor of sweetness on my heart.
When the calm of surrender arrives,
To my golden pupils
For the delirium of pleasure,
What will be their dilation?
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