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The spider is harmless to fabric weaving to capture,

lays out a path safe to walk on to reach his prey.

silk threads cut the air,

stretch emotions intertwined

slowly advancing,

treading on steps desires,

covering blind.

There are no questions.

falling like drops on our skin,

that absorbs

transports,

while the meat is vibrating like the strings,

marked by the blade that cuts through.

And we let it go on this canvas,

unwary to be caught,

both predators

and prey.

fingers slide by pressing on the neck,

nails raise the crust,

we have covered,

thighs are pressing the flesh in this dance.

unravel threads that fall along the back arched,

interweaving of words formed from the breath that is life,

that lead us forward,

caressing peace

while the wind has its fingers in your hips,

while spraying fire pressed my chest.

I bite my lips,

you hit yours.

we mix flavors,

smelling the smells,

while long rows of red ants

burn our skin,

flashes of black.

And your hands hold canvases of pleasure and pain,

red and black ,

groaning silence shock wave on the rocks of time,

is mirrored on the water transparency

coming down the mountain,

the image of us,

vibrating pleasure pierced by steel,

rain of emotions,

progress with amazement.

drops of essence to us.