When he to touched her handHe said:«Well there’s heat on your skin!»«I can feel it!»«If I had my dick inside you?Right now!…Would it?Would there still be heat?Like this?»Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;

In front of the universeI was like a man with hallucinations,I gripped, I asked for the white man, The white man;When there was no white man standing there;  

The seduction of a feel,Of a flower,Of deep night.WhenI think of catching the spirit,Of theNight.Over thereOn thePalmOver the stairs.If i could catchThatSlumpInto a gaze.EncryptionAndPut it in aVase…Bottle…Paper...The thought of your touch,Like a satin scarf,In the warm sunlight.ThenI long for...

I found them both on my room;Her long legs wrapping him up;You could tell,From the blush in her face,That she was in the peak of ecstasy;Cold,I went towards them;«Tell me!»I told her;«Why do you do this?»She saw me straight...