This courtyard is a carrousel
There is money to throw walking, waiting
a turn, the look of a
prey on others.
She is there,
shows his face and his eyes mist
the painted smile of lust,
it's cold and she wears blue
'll find the warmth between her legs.
The ladder is infinite in one second,
no alcohol in my blood and I want
fire is gunpowder on his sex and wants to exploit,
not think poison.
We
machines damaged by time
my shaking legs and breasts.
walls tighten and slips Savannah,
bedfakes an orgasm.
I like your body, I hate the look
awakens me mouth, I hate his words
snuff on my breath is oxidized
she is a worn out body spilling
This time his skin is hot and harsh desert
their hands and go half scraping my chest,
but it seems a mu hurricane body dries
it is a hurricane that is disrupting my body.
This room is a carousel, turns, rises, falls, turning ...
Thirty minutesheels touch the floor again.
Arturo Vázquez
