The valley between the mountains that nourish passion.
The bowl that receives the first tremors that shake the peaks.
The space that yearns holding your head between acts.
The channel where sweat runs through, emphasizing the perfume of love.
The hall where the beating echoes.
The runway where your fingers and your tongue, after and before.
The nest where my desire waits to be satisfied.
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
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