When my waterfall of lips
Fall on your desert-way body,
You will feel how grow green
The virgin forests of your body.
Because my mouth will be possessed
For the sleeping spirit
Of my gigantic passion
And when it wakes up,
I will leave from the end
More distant
Until your secret corners,
And I will rain to seas
On your wavy body,
To be able of moisten
The arid of your places.
I will blow as hefty wind
On the dunes
Of your girly belly,
So that you know then
That I feel being with you
In the eye of a hurricane,
As a typhoon,
As a cyclone,
As a tornado,
As a volcano.
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