How beautiful is knowing that you came
baked bread honey comb
be coy
which is nice in the mouth taste you on my breasts
warm up to touch his feet
shelter you curl up with my blanket and weaving
silk threads
How beautiful tone
Having A pink drink red wine
feel on the lips despite the language spoken without tiredness
doing
doing prose poems prose
after being drunk drunk
, hardened
aroma and liquor to be drunk all
in your name in your honor
in your lap loving
every moment that you absorb more drop
to drink your wines
aged and old enjoyed on my lips ... Janett
Camps
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