I spent all morning sensing an idea
It was shy at first
Begging to be left in peace

I wandered I penetrated
Into the profound ocean
I oscillated I chose my rhythm

I touched I had no fears
I deflowered this idea
Slowly
It was watching me...

It was like white velvet
Sweet cake
A virgin...

Now it moves
As I want
As I flow
As I breathe
As I am...

Luana Del Lobo

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