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He is the dream in the meteor’s tail,
painting the night I admired
when he slept,
closely to my breast.

He is the feeling of fundamental
and light,
because I have the need of him.
I have the pain for him.

In the muscle of thought erotica,
I want it all from him
in simple terms,
he should not stop to ponder.

So long as his tongue moves,
inside my body.
I am born again,
within his dream.

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