The desire to touch me
The desire to touch myself
and the smell of…rain
Insatiable thirst
A sin…
in the plural
Don’t ask
Dance
And let’s not meet our glances
The expectation is sweeter in the dark
Guess what my taste is
Look for the moans
Collect my sweat in your cupped hands

Forget me,
in order to find me again
And let’s repeat everything

– Kristina Krumova