By beats, taps on wood, and stringed, as if a prelude...

Gosh...
This wetness
Like endless,
Turns the keys
In me and without cease
Like taps on wood,
Like strings plucked as a prelude,
ignites several happen,
In me ,
Oh
Quite a sudden,
As if
Incapable
Of holding
The Silence
So Golden...
And
See?
me?

God!

me bursts
With satiety,
You
For you angel face mine
Italiano
my candelbra...
Lighting glittering holistic a piazza...
Like a delight
Of a thousand miles
Of a time warp ...a lure...
A Flight!

And this wet
me wraps on body mine
As a sprite...
And...

God!

The magic
On wood
Tapped,
Stringed
Untouched,
Happens...
Colored
Happens,
Fiery
Happens,
God!
So so sudden...

(Note:-on an italian song...)

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