FORGET MY PROBLEMS
I forget the most ordinary trouble
in the arms of whom I love;
a messenger from God's marvelous and true.
Pleasure encounter who much in these altars.
And if you sense a new charm on your how much
my love is made full,
being aware and loving partner,
leaving behind my past life.
Progress in these trails, you discover my desires
from silks and satins.
Wandering around your body,
without borders, and you know very well take over.
And when I drop the joy strong,
sublime convulsions, already commonplace.
Marcos loures
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