jueves, 23 de diciembre de 2010

ivory curves

Leisurely gliding
live my night
cloud fleets
on my wind.
Silver cup
in the midst of perfection
ivory curves
hymn to beauty.
My body is tired
is a fugitive who lives in you,
forehead between your tits
Dream draws odors.
Free from shadow
walk the devotion for you.

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