She had me for the night. 

She was those tides that come in every full moon,

her hairs spilled like the depression of a summer evening,

timid but boiling through the tunnel. 

I let her ruin me with her eyes…red saffron eyes, 

I let her take my amusements on her glittering lips. 

Merged in a rotten white sheet…

She had to guide me, 

for I was the mad explorer inside her flamed vagina, 

Yeah, she had to be the flapping swan. 

A barebacked thief, took all my poems and all my shitty caricatures…

My flamingo, hand me back my words, 

Cause I am not sure…if I will be able to give you these constellations without my verses and filthy short stories.

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Painting: Google.