The yolks
Of my fingers
They navigate
Thru the waves
Of your hair
As if were
Acrobats
Dolphins
Drifting
In delirium
On the silvery
Crest
Of the waves
On the sea.
Eroticized
My fingers
They sail seas,
They cross
Euphoric
Your space
Sidereal,
As heady
For the wind
Exalted
That comes
From the ocean,
Saturated
Of your salt.
Thrown
With the impulse
Of the desire
My hands
They surround
The circumvolution
Of your
Celestial body.
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