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your milky way
You want to be fed
by her!
Her to caress your hair
Her to kiss you
her to hug you
Those breasts
are tearing apart your self control
Those nipples are made
by your tongue to be explored
You are returning
You want to return back to her womb
There!
Where death or sorrow never existed
You want to lick her berries
and search with your hands
that little place where
were born the infinite lust
Oh! Your hand to intrude
in the verboten sacred place
in the altar of your needs
in the tomb of your past
in the hope of your eternity
You want to taste that eternity
given like a nectar of the immortals
to whom will continue your history
In a way you hate this continuity
You prefere immortality
you are alive
the little one is hidden in you
In your heart
in her heart
in her womb
in her breast
You wish sucking avidly her elixir
Heavens!
You are drooling to taste her milk!
