I love you, the experienced,
Upon the throne of falluses.
Till now I was never seared,
You’ll burn me also when you are old.
I’m not amused by laughter of a child
And childish screaming –
But I love you – your woman’s light
And your grey hear.
I love you till the very depth
That killed virginity,
You let me inside to come in,
Contaning secrecy.
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