Maria Teresa #2
Your teeth bite lips, your carresses
come at me like lobsters grasping on
to never let go. Are you as hungryas I am? Gotta call
adelante entonces. Glad you
like the flowers. - Sabes -
Beyond paper were trout fishing
in famous authors who came went
like any of us. The bookstore pleaded
out of stock; I went home to die oftoo many of.
Come intervene, I pleaded God.
Sun rose on the Aztec calendar and
kissed a new millennium. Your
breath restored my vision and
I became your slave, love.
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