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My body awaits
your throbbing desire
awaits every corner
the longed-for kiss
to savor the nights
that far away you take me away
and yet
every night of those
I visit your skin
through my madness
we are mirrors
that look at your desires
it's not the kisses
that make me passionate about you
it's the tender eyes
that look at me
compassionately
for not giving me your love
for not making the sparkle of my eyes
of my eyes
that separate your absence
from mine
that does not stop
the winds
nor the force
of pain
sweet to live
that without you
understands
my great love.....