CUDDLES THEATRE
Off, dark, or always On
Lento, theft or insatiable
Hedge thoughts tired
admire the fiery corridor
the ravine that divides
From handsome
Divides won
Since winning
In the room of pleasure
there is a window
that 'on well
A good primary ... sweet crude
pure and immense ... simple and sublime
A window to look
If the time of sins is still immature
If groans of the season is over
If naive weakness hath been dormant
the window ... over the landscape
see them quiet surreal
moments of explosive goodies
colorful climax of the senses
over bright landscapes
If you do not cross the threshold
your time because you already gave
A caress you slowly tear
thought
making compartment your
Spasimo
The most avid theater cuddles
you ever path
will stay
That dream infinite
that at sunset
never breathe
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