2nd paragraph CH4

you look at me, closely you look at me, every time closely and then we play ciclope, everytime we look at each other our pupils grow larger, our pupils get closer and superimpose and the ciclopes look at each other, confously breathing, the mouths touch each other and barely fight, lip-biting, barely leaning the tongue on the teeth, playing in its pecincts where a heavy breeze comes and goes with an old perfume and silence. My hands then try to sink in your hair, slowly caressing the depth of your hair while we kiss like if we har ourmouths full of flowers or fish, of lively movements and dark fragance. And if we bite eachother, the harm is sweet, and if we drown in a brief and terrible absorption of a stimultaneously breath, that instantaneously death is beautiful. And there is one saliva and one taste of ripen fruit, and I feel you shaking against me like a moon in the water.