Kissing I slide down

over his tongue into his --


soul, and feel his fear.


Kussend glijd ik roetsjKüssend gleite ich
over zijn tong zijn ziel in --in seine Seele und ich --

en ik voel zijn angst.spüre seine Angst.

Poem H5630
Amsterdam, 2025-06-24
He can come (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2012
Poem "Hij mag mee", collection "Hoi feest" ("Hi party")
Collection: Death on Cast
Keywords: Insight (intuition), Soul 
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
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