Languidly stretches to separate it is humid.
Pink,
Greek marble columns it makes to slide in the smooth vase.
The color of the color velvet fire a rose.
Her soft hands that handle his handles
and white man solid cream,
handling it solid till hardly a gocciolamento of spumoso liquid slides forth out ahead before the new dawn comes,
all smell the fresh baking bread.
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