Sometimes I’d like to ask you:
Do you think of her?
Is she with you, are you with her,
when you are with me?
Do you imagine it’s her mouth
that take you,
it’s her warmth
that makes you burn?
When the pleasure I give you
makes you close your eyes – do you see her?
I do not know her, I do not even know if she is,
yet I have an inkling: she has to be, certainly!

Alenka H., 2000-2010, translation

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