Não durmo mais.
Eu fico louco.
Me sinto indecente.
Me sinto demente.
Quero lamber tudo:
dedos, orelhas,
pés, mãos,
todos teu orifícios.
Não durmo mais.
Louco-tarado.
Tarado-apaixonado.
.
I do not sleep.
I go crazy.
I feel indecent.
I feel insane.
I want to lick it all:
fingers, ears,
feet, hands,
all your holes.
I do not sleep.
Crazy-horny.
Horny-love.
memories of my ghost sista 
A strange thing happens on WordPress sometimes. The wife gets on and looks at and comments on posts, then when I take over the computer, her icon comes up. So, this isn’t her…it’s me. Great to see you’ve gotten re-joined the keyboard slaves. Thanks for the congratulatory message, and since technologically mediated communication is acting weird, I’ll check out your other posts later or tomorow. Hope all else is well. Maybe I’ll try to go write something and see if it comes up under my wife’s name and thumbnail image.
Later…
They do say that over time husbands and wives begin to blur at the edges into one ubber-spouse, perhaps you two are simply merging sooner than most? (never knock the hive-mind collective, there are days I would love to have someone else thinking on my behalf). Regardless, it is lovely to be back and get to hear from you two. Cheers!