lights your lights, lights
brand, night owl, just skin, Fiet
only on your skin.
bodies dyed blue, conspires to breathe the cold brisapara feel my fingers and one to one and breasts loshombros intertwined.
CANTO, Dance me in the thighs!
LOVE, sing in your mouth!
silence is deafening and the soul breathes espetante.
the stars go blind and pressed me to your body, even the sin of haughtiness chords music lovers ausentesal time.
looks subtle whisper, every breath exitadode
emocioncoopera to form a cloud over the hundreds of heads.
a blanket of smiles off your brazos.no let go.
CANTO, Dance me in the thighs!
LOVE, sing in your mouth! And the hours
contraena skin is exhausted, I think it has appeared the moon, my moon.
hold me, hold me and do not let go, that maybe, meat, tonight brings ALAS
resonates with its wind caress the ground bleeding from the hips to the strains become unconscious slapped me melt waist and your fingers under my clothes soaked.
darkness distills it a clear air-water density FRESH, YET YOU SWEAT IN MY BODY BACK!
closed eyes, framed souvenir Yellow perfectly round voices muted passages, expands the time to try to touch the sky as that guitar imnotiza.
gradually become saturated, a volunteer delivery your ears.
your ears and mine, love, whisper your chest spells tied to my wrists.
that no longer exists.
CANTO, Dance me in the thighs!
LOVE, sing in your mouth!
rite is peat, and cease, ceases
swaying waves,
incessant blinking stops and the skin returns to its senses.
aromas fill me with your music that detila stuffed in my cheeks and face with rubbing fragmented piano infamous moaning.
that controls my arms that scenario, all just to be able to infect you.
blue
move the hundreds of charred bodies and clouds of ecstasy.
look up, see the shy singing in my heart.
surrounds me,
wraps, your wrap.
collapse the floor screaming obsessed by touching your hair.
rest and hey, I pass on your shoulders.
CANTO BESAME THIGHS!
LOVE BESAME MOUTH!
to unconsciousness,
music spills, spills
,
have wings.
(for my love, with great affection and the clutch Musicana orfor daily aromas to continue choked chords crowded.)
