Language on fire, Jamina
Moon of dark skin
With a gaping mouth
Flesh of two colors
Black star that shines
I want to move away
In the sweet humidity
Of the soul of your arrival

But I am, Jamina
Will you forgive me
If I can't be a pig
Like your thoughts

Detach yourself, Jamina
Grape thorn leaves
Make yourself loved, Jamina
Red of full lips
And the wall in the south
Juice of salt from the thighs
Where there is hair, there is love
Sultana of the harlots
Give it slowly, Jamina
Don't sail from the shore
Before the wave that rises and falls
Doesn't break me in the wave

And the last breath, Jamina
My queen of the legs
I keep it to escape alive
From the grip of your legs

And the last breath, Jamina
My queen of the legs
I keep it to escape alive
From the grip of your legs

And the last breath, Jamina
My queen of the legs
I keep it to escape alive
From the grip of your legs

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