segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2013

LIPS



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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