LIPS
Feeling
these thy lips brushing against me
At the
touch of love and desire,
Gradually
thousand trips whispering
The language
in delicate sweet kisses...
Be
bolder and you dream,
Slowly
undress you calmly
So many
crazy words, mumble,
In an
explosion of colors, suddenly...
Asking
more than the night is over,
Dreaming
that dream is already awake.
So much
love that did not fit
But
anyway, in my dream I propose,
And life
is renewed each day,
This
love living in fantasy...
MARCOS
LOURES
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