Censorship is temporary
Eternal the inspiration is
My body was not born dressed
Was not censored at birth
Thus
When undressing
My own censorship claudicates
It’s just a matter of arriving
To the edge of my bed
And if I get there
Censored by your hugs
Your body surrounding me
Covering myself completely
Then it is not censure
It´s wrapping around pleasure
Preamble to what is
Going to develop behind
Censured walls
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