inshore sand
is chilling, with its humidity,
then again you will warm me.
a cloud is approaching.
your body sprinkled,
and there is no rain.
heat doesn't harm.I am only
for you. I am sitting
already, in the bathtub.
roofs heated up, charms
of the housing estate,
short breaths.
and moonlight...
in the pink boudoir
two geisha are snoring
it is only my dream...
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