I grab somebody, wrap myself around him
one movement, two souls and many limbs
all in one, in a crowd of limbs and lips
not to speak of hips and breasts
being brave I touch him, although almost a stranger
kiss him like a greedy jungle flower
aiming for velvet clouds in red or purple skies
poor man, in reality left out of my dream
dehumanized as a prop in my passions
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