Left in eclipse of feelings
Pieces of broken shadows I hold in my hands

In the realm of fortuity
You a princess in two hemispheres of solitude
A coming flirting with Time

In the relief of your profile many mountain range
So many hanging tits like a volcanic magma
Down to the end of the belly full of orgasmic echoes

I want to go deeper in your crater
And I am so passionate
I yearn for the waltz of flaming passion

Neither the landscape transforms expiration
Nor the last water was given to a cactus dream

A different shape of resin stream from your lips
Even cunt dialogizes so differently
Moreover a word that was burning in saying
For a giving
When nothing resembles anymore a relationship of taking-giving?