Nobody suspected that behind this door, in beds that do not squeak, in silent clumps of flowers under the astonished stars in the most sepulchral silence, I've owned it a thousand times, my dear, no groans, not even whispers: I roared just for angels. Your confidentiality protects me from your parents, your hand covers my mouth so that the runaway love to choke in my throat. I've become a lover really quiet when I want to scream my love to the highest circles of heaven.
But Melibea, Persephone dark mine of poppies, tonight there will be silence. I will open the door to your room, wake up with my panting to the servants, your parents will see how you lift up by the armpits to encajarte about me and your father will take off the hat de dormir y me lo colocaré en la punta y luego saldré de esa guisa al patio y me mearé en las macetas, para que todos vean quién manda allí y tu madre nos preparará solícita la comida y, por último, te gozaré en la cama en que te engendraron, con todas las puertas abiertas, a plena luz del día.
No te asustes, mi bien, ya sabes que deliro. ¿Está la criada vigilando la puerta? Anda, tápame la boca con la mano, que te voy a desatar el corpiño.
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