The girl goes to the conjugal visit
a treasure hidden in her womb,
after the seal is stamped on her wrist
she goes through the first door,
the hands of a watchman touch her
he looks at her breast,
he check her buttocks, inspects her sex,
They let her go on . . .
She arrives to the second door.
She says the name of her man.
He comes to fetch her.
In the cell they take out from her inside
an exquisite substance.
They smoke it . . . they frolic
He seals her with his lips
looks at her breast,
the hands that waited touch her,
check her buttocks, inspect her sex
she goes through the door, they say their names
and something frees itself . . .
The girl comes out of the conjugal visit,
not knowing she has a treasure hidden in her womb.
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