When I have the
prettiest of the girls
in my arms
I'll write in her arms
poems, tales
cover her body with
chronics
of love and lust
about lovers on
paradise
kiss her and touch that
smooth skin
all painted in black
ink
Haikais from the winter
The nakedness of the
beauty
I'll watch her using
panties and my t-shirt
,the
beautiful legs,
the beautiful girls]
opening the
refrigerator
looking for some juice
or something
And I'll stare at my
poems and tales
alll the love chronics
and the haikais
all of them dancing on
that body
The best ones I shall
ever write
someday.
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