Tonight I watch,
your nakedness,
impregnating bed
which flower in the morning
offering its smells,
that fragile, butterfly
opening its wings,
asleep on my chest,
with a kiss in her beautiful cheek.
Still, I feel defeated
you tie around my waist,
softening my heart,
with your breasts erect
entangling me in your pien,
touching your chalice,
making your body
to my shelter and bedding.
Your breasts take refuge
on my soft hands,
distilling the smell,
of our desire,
move, glide
twist,
spill and back burn in the flames ...
but for you, give me ...
And all your dreams,
as my own life,
brushing your hair, but without waking
...
're so beautiful naked asleep ...
to wait awake
love to return. Felipe
as my own life,
brushing your hair, but without waking
...
're so beautiful naked asleep ...
to wait awake
love to return. Felipe
Brea
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