To Djamel Your brown skin Your eyes sometimes hard, sometimes languid Your belly a little round Your muscular shoulders Your stretching of a little cat Your way of eating chocolate mousse like a little boy The pine forest of your legs Your armpits carefully shaved like a English grass But desert ... Your sex that I imagine The Calvin Klein of your boxer which bites the lower part of your back The down which adorns the birth of your buttocks Your eight-day-old beard which does not manage to age you And the desert of desire that often consumes me You sleep ... Your armpit wipes me outI would like the palm of my hand to remain on your bare shoulder for a long time. I would also like my hand to descend on the grove that adorns your navel Caress your breasts ... Caress your back ... Put my head on your shoulder Curl up in the small of your back Feel your mou ...

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