Your Wish
you wait for my words
My word to you.
But where is you tongue?
Much better than my.
Much wet than me.
I don´t know if it is bellow or a little above.
Maybe, his tongue, moves through a single kiss.
Or maybe, throught silence words.
A breathe.
But its so good.
Breathe away.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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