Epicenter
Two mountains stand before me
And with my hands I caress its peaks
Slowly the volcano becomes warmer
Fondling me with your lavas escumes
From its epicenter the magma glowed
Causing earthquakes and tremors
Feeling senses that have not yet been felt
Feelings of desires and loves
It is in the frenzy of the hands that the bodies dance
As if they were in a garden covered with magmas
Where lava mixes with perfume and burning
Of two bodies that love each other
And love there declaim
From a book without words
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