the smooth sound of drops
fall and plow in your back
rubbing palms
skin against skin
shedding essenze on the air
the sound of lips between the teeth
breath that sweals
the heart beating time
pleasure that grows as tide
peace that follows
the body rest
the mind is light
today in Milan, the sky is clear
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