You are a gazelle, that is caught in my vision.
My eyes are out of control
My cup overflows, my tongue goes wild, my direction, gets lost in the hall of mirrors.
I am yours, i sleep next to the Myrtle, And forget about the bramble.but some times I get lost, and out of the ruins my sensual body, carresses, your feels.
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