Fingertips touch them,
as they get swollen,
greedy
Silent hunger,
at an empty table,
warmth spread
in a body,
used to freeze
dreams flows,
while you
reach an universe,
of stormy feelings
and a very different
kind of sounds
clothes are falling,
on a white floor,
your hands
are not alone,
you smell
the skin
of a stranger
you move your leg,
you dance,
but not your eyes,
they search
in the room
and find
those lips
which kiss you
beyond realities
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