I want to write ....
I write ...
a poem ,
so sweet,
so tender that accumulates. ..
kisses
friction,
between your skin and my skin.
To stop time
And so ... power
To stop time
And so ...
enjoy our dreams.
I write
I write
from that moment
at dawn my eyes
open to life.
A poem so pleasant and emotional
serve me to accumulate
all air and space
all air and space
that stand
between your skin and my fingers
Write a poem
undertake the collection of all
shake your skin
between your skin and my fingers
Write a poem
undertake the collection of all
shake your skin
and the sweet purr
your throat.
Your skin and my fingers
walk in the company
dreaming perpetuate the enjoyment
of burning glances.
Write a poem
for your eyes ...
and the desire to expand
to wear your skin
Write a poem
for your eyes ...
and the desire to expand
to wear your skin
of desire,
pleasure ...
of agony.
Writing ...
With the warm breath ...
Blue my dreams,
And the feel and pleasure of my skin.
To reach your heart
And you ask me ... moaning
me to stay to live in it.
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