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Losing myself between your lips
is like sailing without a destination,
It is a dangerous odyssey,
a journey without a destination,
where every kiss is a storm,
and desire is my path.
The currents of your breath
carry me away with fervor,
I flow in forbidden waters,
finding my reason in you.
Your lips, secret harbor,
where time stands still,
force me to delight
in what the sky holds.
It is a game of caresses,
of glances and laughter,
a swaying between the waves
that is never precise.
I find you in every tide,
in every fleeting longing,
and in the breeze of your voice,
I lose my fear of shipwreck.
Losing myself between your lips
is an infinite desire,
and in every breaking wave,
finding you, my refuge.