When I think of you naked,
in your animal insolence,
my female,
my female,
your warm wax flesh
scourges me with thorns,
my female.
When I think of you naked,
so peacefully alien,
my female,
my female,
how can I explain to you the slow
solitude of my agony,
my woman.
When I think of you naked,
now that you are no longer waiting for me,
my woman,
my woman,
they hurt so much the planets
of that night that you breathe,
my female.
When I think of you naked
in another hug, perverse,
my female,
my female ,
what will the deaf stones know
that laugh and look at me,
my woman.

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