...It comes out of the night's pulsatory bosom inveighling me into the abyss of lechery by its invisible kisses.
It shows
unlimited delights of sex and engenders irrepressible concupiscence inside of me.
O darling, if you knew how wonderful this licking
pleasure is.
But every time when fit of passion is over I see the blood on my hands and panties,
And also feel its copper taste in
my mouth.
I think it is something that prepares me, but for what?
From Eleanor's letter to Joanna.
I'm lost feeling
Of
distant corners of your sensations
I'm the desire that has not limit
My spiritual presence
Is caressing your naked vestal
body
Flowing by the wave of pleasure
In your wet vagina
"My hymen is safe
But orgasm spreads inside me"
I couple with
your fantasy
At the crossing of dreams...
You wake up with smile on the face
You know that everything
Will be again next
night