Between the valleys of abstraction
She is lying down with her own desires
In the height of the disdain she delights herself
She is touching the fruit of passion
And turning your nectar
Into the most unshamed words
To dominate her lasciviousness
To feel her veins bubbling
To emancipate her existence
Thus, she materializes her independence
Thus, she turns pleasent all the plagues
Thus, she judges herself ALIVE! ! !
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Well done and full of vivid imagery Fabio. Keep writing. from Fay.