Published in Brazil in 2002.
THE FACES OF THE NIGHT Lying
very quiet early morning in the face of the moonlight solo
neutral in my fantasy made in raising the rarity tempus
be yours and you mine. Invading the fourth
macabre
your fragile hairless sex desiring
deliver to the imagination of my conscience pernicious
unleashing the passions that nearly hit
maybe a look or a smile
enough to reach the abyss where the vast realm of authentic
sunset horizon
sow in our lives an orchard land, sea and stars live.
encroach impatiently stinking blanket warmed
the finding my body go through miserable and ever virgin
devoured by the mood on the night of masturbation
breaking the restful sleep and no one breaks the pleasure of listening
be your secret love.
We connected with our bodies sodomite pavement marking
the youth of my bare chest with desire
hungry nibbling my lips are
bless you enter you in the wreck as deep down in your belly. Shaking like dying
dove expect the unexpected
gave me your flower-laden native
Starfire
holy lands desecrated by the antichrist not get medieval
stop my progress, nor did they stop the march of the crusaders in the desert
who conquered the scarlet shade of twilight
feeling the sensation of her red lips
the same image in my phallus
left a stain and red fluorescent
pride to get out of your insides
and sad, because it is the first and only in your life.
live idle in bed with smooth moving
wobbles getting amnesia by fighting melee
share the fear of not breastfeeding
gladly move our burning passions with euphoria
to find safety at all magnitudes and directions used
stepped interior spaces revolution was so tenuous
symphony of your breathing
innocence there on fire, as our bodies naked virgin.
erogenous now dragging him
stroking the limbs, chest moans filled my street
my dream is vague very vague.
I'm eating, without pause
obscenities in your small and unique
pubis but delirious satisfaction and pride of
makes my soul to serve both Scots and lingerie sex
I speak of small and beautiful
perversions because they also must die radiant
fervently shaking off the edge of the lair
without uttering a word when we spit it wishes
spring from your lips moist with chastity. Lone
prostrate to the beauty of the night
insinuating just the edge of your skin
soar through the unholy desire to touch and kiss
the face of my body, so cold you usually ask me
quietly making love to a again.
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