Fallen Sweet Mango

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Added 2024-09-30 22:19:13 +0000 UTC

I still don't moan for life.
Please, god of my life.
I can't speak, but you see through my eyes, my desperate love to make you feel with me.
I am tired of being just an ivory woman.
I am like this because of your unconsciousness that you are not only an artist, but a creator who does not know that I am alive.
In fact, how would you know, when, I am definitely hard as a stone that, when exposed, no matter how long the day is, even scorching, I remain.
They see me. Appreciate me as a divine work, they define me as perfect. However, it is inevitable that, every time they have the chance to visit me again, out of longing and certainty that they will never find the same in the world, they return to their homes with the thought of my immeasurable body.
What would they like to do when no one is watching? They wonder, how can I, with each passing day, become more and more inexplicable. However, they hardly know that, with each passing night, you turn me over, meticulously touching up every part of my body.
You wonder where this obsession with me comes from. You left your wife and children to be with me.
And in that state of need, insanity, the thought of not molding me this time, but from behind, kissing my neck while sliding part of your right hand to grab my chest and the other, with each descent finding... The fire contained in me that was enough to bring life.
We set that gallery on fire.