Sunset in the seven moles of your nakedness / Gocho Versolari, poet


Sunset in your seven moles. All of them
only reveal themselves with your nakedness.
Sometimes I kiss them. Sometimes
they have a cold and warm moon flavor. Sometimes
they form worlds in which you multiply
and I reproduce myself
so there are hundreds and thousands of us
seeking brutals and sweets orgasms
like the sunrises of venus
Sunset in your seven moles.
I throw on them
slow drops of semen
while the march sunset
take your silhouette
lies on our bed
and falls asleep



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