short love poems
The married infidel
And that I I took to the River believing it to be mozuela,
but I had a husband.
It was the night of Santiago and almost for commitment.
Faded lanterns and lit the crickets. short love poems
In the last few corners I touched her breasts asleep,
and they opened suddenly as jancitos ramos.
The starch of his skirt sounded in the ear love poems
as a piece of silk torn by ten knives.
26 Mart 2012 Pazartesi
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