STOLEN WATERS

I told you I loved it on the floors
With your body on fours
With an appealing lingerie
Of a rose colour from breast to lows
And an additional hanging rosary.

He said this looking at the bulb
Like the wolf summoning the moon
He howled at the widow
Grasping more on the window
But still he shook with vigour

I loved this ungodly Godly act,
A stolen tasty water
One that gives pleasure
A practice of night leisure. An act of painful sweetness.

I remember my aunt calling her sex,
She used to be her favourite meal
One with which she was a mix
She covered the whole truth in her room.
But I saw it all behind the flower vase.

And so today I also planned to fix my schedule at night
I decided to cancel all my flight
I’ll pass by the supermarket for flowers
I believe my sex will also last for hours.