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I can't remember
what intruded my lascivious dreams
a vagrant sound from the forest ?
It doesn't matter
for the sight numbs my senses,
the moon smiling wickedly at us.
A lone hibiscus
waltzes gently in the wintry zephyrs,
and settles on her naked body.
She moans softly
her chubby hands embrace my body,
kindling fires within my somnambulistic senses.
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