IF YOU WOULD BE HERE, I WOULD HAVE YOU ON THE YARD, NOW

To PRC 

I still dream abour your breasts,

your ass,

oh god, if I could have them here,

and rest of your flesh,

on the early afternoon grass,

under this azure sky,

and not a word would be spoken,

but the neighbours would

hear how much I love

your flesh spreading on

the late summer grass,

unlocking the deep gate

to your inner being

opening between your thighs.

26.08.2022

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