SEDUCTION
Adélia Prado
Poetry catches me with its cog wheel,
forces me to listen motionless
your weird speech.
Hold me behind the wall, get up
the skirt for me to see, loving and crazy.
The bad thing happens, I tell you,
I am also a son of God,
it makes me despair.
She responds by passing
the hot tongue on my neck,
say stick to calm me down,
speaks stone, geometry,
if you are careless and sweet,
I take the opportunity to get away with it.
I run it runs faster,
i scream she screams more,
seven demons stronger.
Take the tip of my foot
and comes to the head,
making deep grooves.
Her cogwheel is made of iron.
