I remember your mouth like a soft cushion to rest my I remember your lips
eyes as big as the light that filters through these clouds of absinthe
I remember your hands like those of a small porcelain doll
remember your hair straight as the wall where you and I leaned
I remember your belly
sinuous as that of an odalisque in her alcove.
You were pursuing me, daring, and I still go after tidings Pythian
not know what possessed
but I can not, why not try another
fleeting loves
not encounter these fugitives
not lying words to rip a nocturnal encounter
So well that losing you but I can not risk
not really love as I have done so far.
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