In your bed I am a conquistador
Marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire
forging the sea between your thighs
and building fortresses beneath the milky white of your breasts
In your arms I am a hunter
prowling carniverous the deep warmth of your body
where i'll plant a seed
and pluck the harvest from your mouth
In your heart I am the captain of a desperate ship
Studying horizons and stars
through the sweet up and down
of all eternity.
El Salvador
15 years ago
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