Syphilis Sore Popping

SIX OF THE LATE SEARCH

And here we are silent


two
sweating on the bed after



I am naked but she asked for
Please let

that the mini-thong


since the angel has passed and the silence
going to take it up the ass

I wrote a poemilla Javier, my boyfriend
and I want to tell me what you think
wait, I'll catch up

ass and leaves the room take the opportunity to turn


cigarette but at the first puff is back
so approached the ashtray and I turn it off in his hand

brings

role not, turn it off
laventana if no problem is open


gives a start time and time again I have
here beside me


I'm going to read, but I want you to be honest, eh?


paper is pink light up the cigarette


the poem begins:


Sundays likes

out of bed and get to buy

newspaper

and climb back home


and get back in bed and read very slowly

newspaper

and falling asleep next to my body because my body


likes a kiss to wake


you like our clothes scattered

by
room the next morning when no longer
morning
if not two p.m.
and floating hearts

lazy on the wooden bed


loves to do the clown
when you least expect
and the second stayed silent


and we look because we understand our silence

spoken
between
itself as parrots

Well, what do you think, you like?

and my mouth does not come out even half

What you have eaten my cat language?


my mouth and I repeat does not come

not a fucking word


extinguished the cigarette and under

brushed her thong to
aside and start living

to eating her pussy


never any women


has written me

a poem



she did not bet my blood


or what I have I have left

that her boyfriend is

a happy



type I mean.