A poem.
The snake was moving
following the maze of mind
And you said “that”s it!’
I was just mute; had my
eyes set on the Darkness
It doesn’t have any end
and the beginning was vague
The train or the snake… whistles
I drew the warm blanket
frolicking with your nipples
had my eyes set on
the celestial bodies
And: “that”s it… we’re
near’. I got startled observing the tunnel
‘Shall we? Shall we?’
You were just mute; frolicking with the
gentle penis. Then a blow of
eerie wind swallowed us in seconds.
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