your lips has
the shape of the mould filled up
with the pulp
of the sweet fruit
your hands are strong
and strong
agile and as fast
as you on the run
your fingers
are slim and long
about rosy finger tips
when they lie on pillows
it is thriving strong
and young
your body
it will be enough for me
it isn't little...
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