Variety 2

SIN
If after nudity you hesitate
I sentence you to the tie of my tongue
as hot and ardent arm that succumbs to you,
virile call that later makes you free
to traverse every corolla of my sex,
sentence of pleasure and moans I grant you
chant them to the sky that observes you obsessed
immersed in the envy of our salts
chant them to my ear, shout them at full voice,
because this is the time of sin.

Give me my male all your innocence
in every stained kiss

from the red averno where I find
the labile vapor of your mouth
now deliver
the point of hormones
that keeps you ahead
make a white tide between my legs
at the sigh
and bite each foundation of my free sex
turn into sin,
my free sin

because the sin of this passion
is rape to the austere apotegma

there is no other sentence
than to love us always naked
because sin and hell
make themselves small at our sex...