Each second I dream of a tidbit,
Nobody imagine – who…
What magic is hidden there –?
In deepness of breathe of you?
You’re leaving your smell beside me,
I’m drowning in my pain.
I’m loosing myself but promise
To keep being back again.
A slave of your voice and passion,
I can’t realize my loss.
Your arms are so strong. I need them
To hold all my body close.
So close that I can inhale you,
Too close to escape your sighs.
This heaven is waiting calmly
For us to explore the nights.
I’ll share with you my romance,
My mornings, my lips, my wet.
We’ll swing ourselves in evenings
On sandy beach, when sunset.
And touching the lips in silence
We’ll get ourselves in one,
We’ll close our eyes in pleasure,
And all will have just begun…
The pulse will be touching bones,
So high – that it never could.
Oh, listen to our groans
In palely hot beatitude…
2008
Living you
© Copyright: Татьяна Полуковалёва, 2014
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