it's a sensation that goes deeply inside you through the palate and turn back and nest in your brains
the sin tastes of:
cookies greasy of nutella eaten at midnight
honey of forbidden woman
mixed fear and adrenalin
stealthy milk of male
stolen kisses behind the gates
hidden scratches
bites covered with make up
mouth signs on the skin hidden by the hair
signs and essays, scratchs and graphisms hosted in other sim cards
passwords changed every month
memories of the past
magazines stolen to dark angles of parent's home with the scent of coated paper
challenges with friends, tales of group in shorts
tastes of teachers, doctors, maids, aunts
ephemeral occassions
dirty words while you go down without return in complicated complicity
time that goes by in synchronized clocks
long absenses with furtive meetings
to deny and to grant, done and broken promises, yes, no, if or buts
tears and smiles, sweat and words pronouced with difficulty
tastes of I miss you and I need to eat you
tastes of today, not of yesterday nor the uncertain tomorrow
buon appetito
sinner
( v ) + ( x )
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