Él… me hace sentir como su libro preferido…
Después de leerme ávidamente
begs me to give to his vast library
love story
I'm leaving the door
and asks me to smile.
Rescue entertains my verses and my back,
game in the final chapter,
but before ...
me greedy for more stanzas browsing silent
corners and touch my tanned,
pushes my leaves with your fingers
soaked in seconds before his mouth.
He reads me like nobody else ... ...
With his hands removed my sanity
as your body skin quenches my thirst for sleep,
wrapping his arms tremble on my shoulders
and lips whisper love to cover.
Rises, reverses, he smiles, turns
and restart reading.
Marisali
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