The girl knows how to touch my soul/
It's my fault/
Yet, my fault is sweet like the anise candy that was sugared on the stove earlier/
She can grasp my heart and squeeze it it feels like an orgasma strong sensation where my heart also feels embraced/
I bear the blame not once but a thousand times/
That's what I got starting this endless game
and I hope my words do not run outthis sacred game where the cards remain concealed/
Cards fly like doves onto a floral tablecloth this is the truth only to be swept away, restarting this guessing game/
I'm guilty of trying to put words into a melody that doesn't need them/
Universe - I am lost in its charming spiral and tender phrases sent every dawnyes, I knowmere creations of my imagination in a lunge where vagueness reigns/
This is exactly how she mastered the skill of touching my soul:
I seize this chance to divulge these fantasies that emerged after a nude photoshoot some years ago.
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