compressed in the walls’ intimacy — my blood is like a flood of honey
where he, with longing, takes a swim,
lustfully, until wolf down my elixir those waggishly, twins monsters,
seductive poetized by his tongue’s tip,
reveal my oh-so-pleasing refrains my body, chiming the atmosphere,
elucidates his heartbeats’ contour, cos,
driving him crazy makes me…