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Thursday, February 8th 2018, 10:05pm

Author: raul1998

Faeo under the spell of love!

KISS White bells with pendulums of anise, Harmonies of glass where my lips become puppets, And take me to a gentle river of warm current, Where I dream with seeing your gaze. But I refuse to open my eyes again, Because of the infinite world called kiss, Where a meager second has a life of happiness, And the only language is the rose with your skin. Let me find the rhythm that lies between your ribs, But it feels as I touch your hands, And expands with every breath, Leading me back to your mouth....