The crazy fantasy of an imaginary fish
She opens clayily, like an impetuous rose
That when opened burns more than a soft fire
As if from afar a door was opened for me
That I would enter even if it was by mistake
Making me dive into the clear water of your aquarium
I would then be an imaginary fish
Strolling through your corals, by which
I would lose myself in your mazes
Would I then be a happy fish to smile with his smiles
To penetrate the deep depths of your sea
I would stay inside you and smile until your smile fades
And love covers you with the sweet perfume of loving
Then I would die on your lips, after kissing your hot, moist mouth
And what of me would remain after this fantasy? Would I wake up?
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