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«I don't want it all, just a little comfort, some sex, and a little bit of love." - Charles Bukowski

I'm the bad girl in the story, the one who fornicated with three men and took horns from her husband. I am the woman who deceived him daily for a miserable plate of lentils, who slowly stripped him of his goodness until he was a black and barren stone, I am the woman who castrated him with endless gestures of tenderness and false moans in bed. I'm the bad girl in the story..

I let you touch me in the streets in front of everyone half-naked you squeeze some infinite part of my orgasm and once again your sharp sex is here opening my lips.

I'll kiss you for a long time, my animals loose in the interior of your senses, loving you in your bowels like shards of light I'll kiss you, I'll cross your sky, I'll go into your branches, I'll circulate in your liquids, I'll emerge from the bud of the bark of your trunk, I'll feed on your garden Your voice on the hills and the vast fields as you thought them, your animals loose in the interior of my senses, loving me in my gut Like certainty, like fruit, like a sign of territory, Your voice on the hills and the vast fields under this purple sky, this delight or cause you in the middle of the rain, in the middle of the ocean, 'cause your tree takes root in the middle of my belly, and this earth lives you in the beginning and the end

From the dark side of your skin you light me up. Let me be the wolf Shadow of thirst and dog and hunger that enters the night of your body with wet, wobbly steps through your uncertain forest Your smell of sea guides me to your waves To touch the rising moon of your smile. Let me know with tongue even the deepest darkness, the quietest, and invoke with repeated movements, rituals like howls, the full moon of your body, that carries me to you as if it were me, in your hands, water that you turn into a lit tide.