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On waves of ink
The breeze is blowing mild
Tenderly undressing the night
In a velvet gesture of napalm

Feel the warmth and let it breath until incandescence make the night turn white in thousands of bright and tasty petals

Deep inside the surface
A hand is lying
In an open touch
Waiting for the hips to come

There’s no more alongside when the heat is crossing rainbow steps in delightful harmonies

Slowly letting go
Under the inner invasion
Of the satin clouds
Emerging from nowhere

Now is the time for being wild