sábado, mayo 28
martes, mayo 24
miércoles, mayo 18
A song for full day.
I want to shine on you, while we dance with our feet floating and falling in circles where the beats and the breathing makes the sound that makes us go up.
Looking for the starts, but you're hotter than the warm in a breeze day.
And I want to dream on you, digging beneath, between your chest, inside of your mouth, deeper in your eyes, wondering what's what I can not feel.
Suddenly with the sound trembling between my lips, the song start to take place.
My hands waving around your back and the light becomes a household for our cry.
Couldn't find a better way to stay, where time has no end, to don't pretend on anything else.
Looking for the starts, but you're hotter than the warm in a breeze day.
And I want to dream on you, digging beneath, between your chest, inside of your mouth, deeper in your eyes, wondering what's what I can not feel.
Suddenly with the sound trembling between my lips, the song start to take place.
My hands waving around your back and the light becomes a household for our cry.
Couldn't find a better way to stay, where time has no end, to don't pretend on anything else.
martes, mayo 17
Un té para dos.
Dejame llegar hasta abajo, donde las aguas calman y los lienzos se tiznan.
Quiero estar abajo en el fondo, acurrada en tu calor y así en movimientos certeros encontrar la divinidad prometida mientras tomamos un sorbo en la poesía.
Quiero estar abajo en el fondo, acurrada en tu calor y así en movimientos certeros encontrar la divinidad prometida mientras tomamos un sorbo en la poesía.
lunes, mayo 2
Some sort of goodness.
Whenever you're very far from relax, give me the halo to weed you.
From the dryness of your lips to the deep of your lungs, I want to touch.
The redness of my cheeks under your charming chant.
Wonders of plenty notions; the green getting suppressed in the dawn, toasting with the poison that will never take you back from the atmosphere of my surrounding sky.
Roaming and purring around your legs, trying to kindly taste every part.
Every sense and everything else that I can't explain, anxious for just a piece of you.
Load up my chest and beware of my unstable desire.
From the dryness of your lips to the deep of your lungs, I want to touch.
The redness of my cheeks under your charming chant.
Wonders of plenty notions; the green getting suppressed in the dawn, toasting with the poison that will never take you back from the atmosphere of my surrounding sky.
Roaming and purring around your legs, trying to kindly taste every part.
Every sense and everything else that I can't explain, anxious for just a piece of you.
Load up my chest and beware of my unstable desire.
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