Behind walls

Censorship is temporary

Eternal the inspiration is

My body was not born dressed

Was not censored at birth




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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