sábado, 19 de abril de 2014


Thy lips

Feeling your lips brushing against me
At the touch of love and desire,
Gradually thousand trips whispering
The language in delicate sweet kiss ...
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 ..


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