Drum Sticks
Understand tomorrow within plenty,
Winter darkness started in its solitude,
Beats drum stick's forbidden intensity,
To sleeping generation elsewhere;
Let my heart beats rappel in secret joy,
And torment your stillness with feline cries,
Blackened by the liquid fire in each breath,
Enough God, the vine in key fight seeks peace;
Cage my flesh for your melted chocolate yields,
On crossroads to rhyme the precious river,
I believe in my hot identity,
For wild wind blows to empty each desire:
Clobbered you reach erotic rapture,
And kindle every seductive pleasure.
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