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So
I wanted to ask you something
Don't have sex in 15 minutes

Adults do it to provoke the hollow
Living in disgust, but liking the scene
Cream, stop in the dust your flavor of existing
To climax in peace, soak the groin's hollow
On the way to that little Vesuvius that turns into a puddle in the scar

Don't have sex in 15 minutes
Because even cigars need lit time to burn
Because until 3 am, there's talk of wine and silk, it's to play

Don't have sex in 15 minutes
Because expectation often doesn't arise alone
Before it happens, there's crying in bed, changing pajamas
There's an eye that, while I make coffee, calls me, recites
Slyly spills the stem, the bud, the essence of being and existing

Don't have sex in 15 minutes, don't run away, don't live in fear
Pedal and, if it hurts, I poke you
Attach, bite me in the mucus