WANT YOUR AFFECTION
Lying on this floor, I ask her lap,
Although nothing as obsolete
Pretending so alone now curl up,
Do not step without you, of an immense emptiness,
But I see in your eyes the promise
We spread our dreams.
From everything I carry a consignment
Taking along more smileys...
Agreement without your arms and I complain
I do not have love, but lust.
By rolling in these waters, sad pebble
Waiting anxiously for a kiss.
That both promised but have denied,
Both need your support...
MARCOS LOURES
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