As skins mingle
our senses tingle
to an extreme –
we start to scream!
To glimpse a ghost
I tease my host
and in return these bodies burn.
So, reaching into her domain,
I know that we will burn again –
in the twisting of her mind:
the only place where she is kind!
As these feelings end we go to start again
And I decide, now, where to go
Where night gets lighter, writhing slow.
By WolfgangRieger – Marisa Ranieri Panetta (ed.): Pompeji. Geschichte, Kunst und Leben in der versunkenen Stadt. Belser, Stuttgart 2005, ISBN 3-7630-2266-X, p. 185, Public Domain,
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