He who knew the taste of my saliva,
Who felt the velvet skin of my limbs,
Who heard the sigh of breaths from my mouth,
Who smelt the odour of my nape and locks
And who surveyed me from head to toes,
To him, other than submitting the whole
Of myself, what else can I do, dear friend?
02.07.2017
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