FLOATING
Floating in our love, a butterfly,
What flowers in subtle plot flights
Love perhaps the most favorite flower
Wait a gentle kiss on over flights ...
I carry my baby in my saddlebag
Beside that is handed off my chest,
But I fear that longing in pain forge
And bring on the storm, hard claim ...
Tenderness and love that overcomes us
On most nights alone, old steps.
Would love if this has already been found,
Rolling in our bed, our arms ...
Love that found more lost
Playing willing, this libido ...
MARCOS LOURES
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