he moves within me silently,
penetrating the places the others couldn't
with promises and caresses,
i can't write about him without writing
revolutionary.
he makes my stomach ache,
the seeds of discontent grow and blossom into
more waiting, so many unspoken words.
viva siempre, y libre mi corazon.
Wednesday
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