As a blanket
the dark
our bodies wraps
and of irrepressible thirst
the whispers speak.
In the nights I quiver
with (*) pleasure defeated
my sleep howls
the mind absent
the pain without nights with you.
You … in the nights
among dreams … in the hands
of velvet … the cushions
are flowers...your kisses
stars … in the nights.
I fall asleep exhausted
by love
for you.
12.11.'14
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