I submerged into
your eyes
molding in the masculine
corridors
of my mind
my contact with the electrified particles
of
your youth
with thoughts a kind of sinful
but indeed
instictively drawn
by the depths
of
the chemical reaction
of my body cells
-at your view,oh little,earthly goddess-
thirsty to taste the flavour
of your wet promises...
translate, Marriane Kate
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