Poezie
Erotic
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Resting my upper lip
on your downer
Touching by the hang
in my toungue
the gentle edge of your teat,
Caressing my way down
and feading on the sweatness
on your womb,
taking me all the way
from misery
to the tomb of extasy,
Filling my soul with overdoses
of LSD,
Feading on your smile
as is becomes the ambrosia
crushed from the skies ,
On you eyes
and your happiness cries,
Feeling the smooth curved lines
on your back,
Breathing the amber skars of life
possessing your skin,
As demons bounding our bodies
in sin,
take us on other levels
without needles
on clouds beyond pain
where flying is the break
and the absence of time,
Where I become yours
and you become
in absolute silence,mine.
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Sorry, but it seems to me you\'re trying to hide cheap clichees by writing in english...