Do you believe in that? Will you come with me? Don't ask where, I don't know myself. I just want to be next to you, to feel your smell, the warmth of your hands, a chill on my body from the lips trembling with passion that touched me ...
Do you feel how my skin smells fragrant with joy, like a freshly picked morning flower with a drop of dew slowly flowing down a long stem and making me shudder from its fall?
Do you feel how I want to touch you with the tips of my fingers, just as the autumn wind stretches to the lonely beautiful birch in order to pluck from it the yellow foliage trembling from the cold and see all the splendor of a slender girlish camp?
It is impossible to imagine my love for you, you can only feel it if your soul merges with mine, like two drops of tears that meet on the edge of your face, join together to become one pain, one heavy moan coming from the very depths of your heart, flowing from pale lips ...
The day will come and you will open your eyes, you will be able to see that bright, burning stream of love flowing from within me. Perhaps you will not be able to stand on your feet under his desire to pour out, if you are not ready for this ... if the same hurricane of love does not emanate from you towards him. Or this stream can pass through you without a trace if your soul does not want to accept it.
After all, only a loving person is able to see the greatest miracle on earth - a heart stretched out in the palm, saturated with the smell of tenderness ...
Can you live without me? Can you do without me? Touch your lips to my chest, and you will understand, and you will see ... you will find the answer.