I hold with one hand on his arm let only the tips of my fingers will touch
making him cry murmur fine
in time to touch her waist.
enjoy
hear the passion with which responds to every touch ...
breath before continuing,
inspired me to touch her again.
leaving me by the softness of
your skin smooth and firm, to be entranced
inside, give me your song ...
delivered into my hands.
and finally know that away from her waist
his last cry will resound
throughout the site
filling the gaps of this soul
before sinking into silence
to mitigate our complicity
until the next meeting
and merge again ...
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