Caresses of a love

I love the impossible because I am from a lost race
Sick to your waist as you love lascivious drunkenness
Of that which is not abdicated
And your sweet caramel mouth flavored with honey
And your eyes and your hands and your skin and your sex
Because I know they belong to the madness
I love the cockiness that will lacerate you
tomorrow I go out to the street
With your belly on your back and it's useless to try to get rid of
From its smell is the serum that runs through my veins and my body
And from the immense fever with which he climbs my life
I love the impossible because they are real and true
tangible near and thirsty And increasingly our
The madness of losing ourselves under the hells
He snuggled into the bed and simply dragged us
Hence the beautiful defeat that we are

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