down from my dreams to meet your
the man you tend to take you in my shadow
m'appresso you to enjoy your favorite scent
and I run in the flavor of your hot lips.
now you take me in your sweet paradise
where the senses cling among their close
where time stands still and the moon never sets
seek me breathless, eager, tender and sweet.
In you I relax and stop putting reluctance
with ardor and concentrate on your pleasure
investigating to do and how to increase
regulating myself on the needle deep in your pants.
My joy comes when you explode of pleasure
coming to lightly caress the delicate clouds
knotting the golden rays of the sun fading
disheveled with his hands and star constellations.
Now I can get into your eyes, in your deep
see your still on the embers of satisfaction
grateful to hear your lips find my wrinkled face
and your arm stops belt with the force back.
Now that I could make you fly where no one dares
I can take back his hand to give directions and help
to find the heat a thousand dreams that belong to you and
fartici back on with a novel light in his eyes.
November 8, 2009
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