"When two bodies are
soul becomes the flesh, poetry."
Luis Eduardo Aute .
Making love in the minstrel of the moon,
celebrate your skin with a touch,
build you a shrine with my heartbeat
undress little a little
slide my hands on your back,
turn on my legs
; a metaphor emanating from your lips.
Making love to my bed is gravitating
; ; with your breasts;
on your skin to leave the imprint of my lips
is to write poetry in your body
draw you on my shadow
hours where countess is immense passion.
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