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I do not know what you possess that leaves me wild, I see you and soon I have this urge to hug you, to enlace your waist, to lean at you and kiss your neck. I do not know what witchcraft is this that filters the sun, the invisible stars. It is as if I was prisoner in an orchard and your lips were grape berries and your eyes the marine salt. With my eyes on you, devilish mermaid, I feel how much I belong to you, while I ignore the hours of your absence, for how much time I will be deprived of you, what you are doing. I have my fingers in live coal, the scent waiting; I have the rutting of your legs, your bare-footed feet, your Amazon thighs, your entire sex. Near you I am a pirate, I look to coves and treasures. I search the open sky of your unique smile, the intangible wind in your eyes. Do you not see, do you not feel? Moor me to you and let me love your body, your soul, and sail in that universe. I need to dilute me in you, to be one only with you, to disturb you, to provoke you, to burn to burn to burn.