MADNESS
Madness that captivate, invade,
And show so blunt claws
Seduce and dominate us lightly
The times we had mouths, teeth,
Forget this saint who slept
The girl who plays on my side,
Woman complains all day
Female that scorched forge the thistle,
In flames where the follies dance
And that keeps me up and asks to dream
With plots in nakedness, comes, goes,
Lying in my bed, or moonlight
Who enters and who caress the leg and thigh,
Leaving pleasures wilt and loose...
MARCOS LOURES
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