She was very tasty.
to taste it I was happy.
At first I sketched,
to the fullest without worry.
Then, lest too fast, I finish it,
I bit by bit,
so small that my teeth squeak.
No risk, thus the desire to grow.
Error! envy grows, the desire rises, the desire is woven ..
Envy t'engouffre in its abyss ..
As a prey to his desires self-respecting
I begin to devour it and I delight.
The pleasure of gluttony rushes to my head. Check
the apple of my heart, nothing stops me.
Even the glitches I give them their party.
between my molars they go into a spin. Their bitter taste
assaulted my taste buds.
Perplexed, my appetite falters ...
Determined, I swallow all the seeds anyway. From the apple
there remained nothing
aside the memory of an interlude that seems long past ..
The evening passed slowly .. very slowly .. And
night
too,
of agonizing is endless ...
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