S on many emotions that silence gives us
may not reach with my words to express what moves me
actually be
but .. . listen ... what I want to tell mine ... S
i. .. I have become
protagonist of this story, where my feelings
die and are born to "you" with more strength every day,
V o has consumed my wishes
fire on your lips,
I have to infuse your aroma, my body
slowly, my hands caress your dreams
and slowly whisper I'll put your
moan .... next to mine ...
D consume your dreams
space stripping time without hiding mysteries
conquer your boldness, plowed it before me ...
and give up the intimate and deep inside
beat to the rhythm of your chest ...
A Gotar night, anchored in your breath and feeling
me in your bed will delight me drinking
your moments with the glow of my wishes .....
E s better to give the button "off" to stop writing,
although this feeling will not end here
because "you" part of my life,
who gives wings to my dream to re-write
what I do for "you" there .....
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