I just painted my soul’s lips,
I have scented my heart and now I get within my skin, moisturizing his essence with almond cream, I caress her gently,
I slide my hands between my breasts while looking at myself in the mirror.
The skin I inhabit becoming large, some days fast and furiously, some others slowly and without noise,
The skin I inhabit is my home, it is also his, he became strong, tight and full of lust, taking constant care of my desires,
When he is here I turn on all the lights, making a great blessing of my existence,
Happiness is warming the winter, and he, he walks excitedly through my gardens, gathering the fruits of the sowing of the day,
Cooking spicy, making a rainbow with an uncolored straw,
Juicy savors, tasty hands, running around, searching for places inside of me like an orphan calf.
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