… In the presence of an outsider
We, the people of all ages, make a turn wider!
The world immediately would call you dear
In our eyes the shadow or the smile of fear
Of a certain complicity appear
Special and connivance will sear!
… He hissed at me, how his teeth clench!
His fiery eyes were irate with wrench!
In exasperation, he glared at me, sitting by trench…
… They all came close to my face
So often, besides mirroring me in their place.
Their thick, callused fingers grasping the inner edge.
They merged from the void of their bodies, they rage…
… Twisting, distorting in an exasperation her face
Intense annoyance, compared to rest in that place.
Only a brief instant, a moment really negligible
Represented after the lips had met, so visible
And the mouths penetrated, not so sensible!
… I cut him off, with a harshness so light
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