But no ... do not sleep ... and so, doze a little
a little
Losing balance sensations.
Listen to your breath, heart beat...
Think a little, what will happen next?
It doesn't matter... I'm a prisoner of magic hands
And grow to your tender skin ...
I want you now...and sleep later...
So frank, quivering and wet.
I want to see before a gentle sleep
The seventh heaven in a multi-storey day...
Drink your taste, lick off doubt
dust.
Confuse your mind with a kiss...
And after the storm, there will be a gentle calm,
Blissful sleep under the sails of the night...
I want you...behind the soft shower of curtains
I'll hide us from tomorrow and separation...
The body trembles, and the soul is tormented by a storm,
The element is your lips, breasts, hands.
Enchanted? I want you so much...
My SOUL breathes with your soul.
Believe me and understand that you do not LOVE,
Confused poems like this are not written...