E R M A N N O E A N D I
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I look at the empty

Erotic poetry

I look at the empty
(erotic poetry)
Lei, ricoperta di mille veli trasparenti, lentamente si spoglia,
he looks at the empty bewitched by his erotic passion and then ... It flies ...




She moves elegantly,
the room is a heavenly aroma
a thousand fragrances ...
I look to the empty.

Fall slowly one by one,
as poppy petals
his dark clothing ...
I listen to the empty.

Her lips undressing me,
immovably I move,
I read a closed book,
I see a glimpse into the mind,
the void opens ...
our hands touch ...
the light step of a dance
enter the empty ....

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