Tu
You, without more reason,
you, that you kiss me,
you, have me of quartermaster of a broken one of your skin.
You, like the lime that humid is a mortal
you, you whiten my reason penetrating to the mattress,
You, your, your, your,
You, mounted in me.
I ,hostile mount.
You, you embrace me with the feet and I lick the harness.
You, and without you I not.
You, and without you no longer.
You, you have done me to resign and today I is said thus:
You, your, your, your,