When one day you told me,
about the sexiness of your back - (tu espalda,)
deprived of seeing you that way,
pity this poor fool,
the message was driven home,
another day,
when lo and behold,
there you were,
an apparition that spoke to me,
whispering - susurrando,
of you,
in secret
and
passionate
ways.
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