Take my hands, my head, my pain.
My dreams, my eyes, my soul,
my notes, my thoughts my rain.
My time, my rest, my whole.
Breath my breath bite my lips,
Say my name, make me stay
Touch my skin, make me scream
Come my way every day.
Play that song, kiss me long
Break my past, make it last
Take my soul use your tongue
Sing my wrongs, make me strong.
Bring your smile, I´ll be fine
Every night, since you are mine.
Dance that moon, use my toes
Bless my love, take me whole
07. Julio. 08 Holbox.
Let´s talk about sex not love,
About your hands melting my skin,
and bout my lips licking your hands
Let´s talk about the dirty things we don´t say
About passion, bout dessire
Let´s again be one and remain nothing
Breathing, laughing touching
Take me in and out,
Break me, taste me, feel me, fill me,
Crawl my legs, suck my spine
Then be mine,
lost in lust make me cry.
June 2008.
To possession, to passion, to love.
To desire, to belonging, to home.
To time & space. To you.
To your parents, your exes ; to your life.
To the nights before us,
to those we never had.
To the ocean of my dreams,
to the reason of my life.
To your hands working between my legs;
to my lips getting closer to your mouth.
To your words that reach my soul
To my skin that breaths your touch
To madness, to sadness, to fear.
To trust, to expectation, to tears
To the island of my dreams.
To the love that made me live
To the man that stole my fearTo the sun that brought me here.
July 2008.
martes, 26 de agosto de 2008
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