I want one of your looks,
to frame it with my memories,
to bury her in my treasures,
I want all your looks,
To know that you love me
to vibrate to the sound of your eyes,
and not stop loving you.
Where are you from, you ask me ...
from where they were born to touch you
The tips of my fingers
From a distant country,
covered in my sheets,
in the corner of my illusions,
neighbor of my dreams,
come slowly and silently ...
don't remove anything else ...
a single drop would suffice to drown me,
dilute yourself, inflict on me.
Do not wake me up.
to frame it with my memories,
to bury her in my treasures,
I want all your looks,
To know that you love me
to vibrate to the sound of your eyes,
and not stop loving you.
Where are you from, you ask me ...
from where they were born to touch you
The tips of my fingers
From a distant country,
covered in my sheets,
in the corner of my illusions,
neighbor of my dreams,
come slowly and silently ...
don't remove anything else ...
a single drop would suffice to drown me,
dilute yourself, inflict on me.
Do not wake me up.
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♥Good Morning my friend have a beautiful new week kisses♥
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