They can caress
hands tend raise
curtains onyx dawns primitive
for you I'll be your shadow
your constant thought
item violin thin filaments apparently
soft touch long walk
steep lips to miss even on a carpet of leaves
assortment of Vestal Your kisses
be your jealousy
every time a stone will plow the depths
and the wind blowing
curious s'incuneerà between roots suspended
I worry sweet
taut between your hands and soft lips
jealousy
hell of this life
sweet friend of this weary night
without you is dark lake
without you is prison ax.
Our lap is covered with tulips
big glasses from a heavy heart
embroidery mouths crave juicy ovaries
and petals are scattered on the body just wake
slowly melt my name
twists hair velvet desert.
Nudes
peering endless skies
ceilings and deep nothing
what appears then disappears
our faces
in the sun this December
grass will be etched Yellow
and jealousy will flow again
weaving flowers and crystal depths
breasts dressed in transparent allusions
bodices stripped of string in string.
I want to run barefoot on your body
kiss in the dark
piece by piece and find your silence
drink the sap from your mouth that takes me away
always find yourself on that wall
glossy fantasy
leaving dream again
what promises paradise
and skin voiceless
calls. (Tiziana Aliffi)
I'm jealous of your jealousy
that is reflected in our
nudity nudity in anime
that quiver to be
meat and let regrets
on mirrors when the darkness covers me
of your kisses
while the strings jump
slowly one at a time until you discover
bodies yearn
illuminated mirrors just by Caravaggio
flames of candles burning
And how are our
hands dancing tongues of fire on
mysterious recesses of skin
that only the mirror can double.
And jealousy your jealousy
is not that desire is a lack of desire
I have to mark a path as
virgin
with my saliva while you
, bee famished, you
foods impossible
nectar that only the
mirror that acts as a ceiling
returns to the life of our
looks dreamy.
Swimming naked on you
water enveloping
inside you
wave above me
under you
plunged deep
from which I will not emerge even if I take your breath away. Your
inviting moisture
to tell me every stroke
that jealousy jealousy
is the secret of every supreme contentment. (Alfred White)
that is reflected in our
nudity nudity in anime
that quiver to be
meat and let regrets
on mirrors when the darkness covers me
of your kisses
while the strings jump
slowly one at a time until you discover
bodies yearn
illuminated mirrors just by Caravaggio
flames of candles burning
And how are our
hands dancing tongues of fire on
mysterious recesses of skin
that only the mirror can double.
And jealousy your jealousy
is not that desire is a lack of desire
I have to mark a path as
virgin
with my saliva while you
, bee famished, you
foods impossible
nectar that only the
mirror that acts as a ceiling
returns to the life of our
looks dreamy.
Swimming naked on you
water enveloping
inside you
wave above me
under you
plunged deep
from which I will not emerge even if I take your breath away. Your
inviting moisture
to tell me every stroke
that jealousy jealousy
is the secret of every supreme contentment. (Alfred White)
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