sexta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2011

Our love.

Our love.

Feeling your mouth by my desire
to quench at this all day.
My body in your body already is nested on a duet
so complete in harmony ...
We danced so many nights tirelessly
leaving our bodies so sweaty ...
After our party, almost exhausted,
wondering your eyes already closed ...
I want to be tender and eternal feeling
of complete happiness.
To know that I found, rare emotion,
living in our love, supreme joy.
I always want to be able, though in illusion,
the love that multiply by dividing ...

Marcos Loures

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