Eight millions of results will soon walk here
It was once the boudoir where you confided
The part of your abdomen not yet spread with your sponges
The tiny part words were dismantling
Through the massive and pretty monolithic
Message of your elbows
Your arms and you both will soon
Leave the too well-known closed zone
Of the unending movement to go back to where they belong
And this place is between your ear and his mouth
Feet and feet will step onto
The surface of your sweat
And while he was listening this sweat was sugared
Feet and feet may not know anything about this
But in the middle of Rockefeller's palm
Reading the laughable future
You both were shaking the lines
In fact, let’s stay serious for a moment
There was no line.
There was no line.