Miss depression
little lady depression
lies in the adjacent room.
the vertebrae of the spine bent
they crush her passion.
over her naked body, she moves
her glance in surprise, in wonder.
the little devil licks her sweat
encompassed by the fire of lust.
confusion brings it back to her
peace in the darken room:
her blood rises in delight
the lustful thought sends her
through the ocean in unease conceived
in the rush of lust.
miss depression
in the dream she breeds a lynx.
caresses it and feeds it
from her juicy clitoris.
a small island in rapture
from excitements enmeshed
tempts her soul
and takes it down to the heels.
then, the lynx wakes up
– throws her a bunch of chills
thighs moan, splash
– delicious heat in the throat:
whisper breathe breathe scream
breathe scream whisper grip