pretty please
Shhh, this is a private conversation.
A mysterious and pretty please kind.
One between tender Moon and Sun.
It happens somewhere far, far away
in a bookstore of the galaxy, where
the spoken language has the diction
of sensuality, perfectly symmetrical
with the habit made by scars of love
and of the dominant longing. Carnal.
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This is a private conversation. Shhh.
It's not for demanding it, but feel it...