I
is that these
Each strand
of clothing that let
And is
Your female odor
In perfumes
That drunk
Since I hold
With all my heart
Breaking distances.
I know you walk
For my room
Naked, barefoot
kisses and deals
I gave at your feet
"In the prelude-
For all my house.
I was
That pillow
awaits me
sink Waiting
My face on your back
And my hand I bring
silk caresses In
After the war
The coveted peace.
Gabriel Cordears
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