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Love do not take longer than yesterday, build the magical bridge between your house and mine so that the essence of your love, the sweetness of your caresses and the passion of your kisses reach me, where life is the tender homage to your flesh.
Flesh that will be the honey of my desires, the purity of the desire of my hands, the smile of the joy of loving you as I love you.
And I entangle myself in your hips to savor the elixir of your aroma, your aroma in drops of pure honey, what a frank delight for my enamored heart?.....,
And the kisses break on your fine lips, they break like sea waves on the cliff leaving a tender taste of white foam in the contour of your soul to bring out the essence of your passion in those hours where the night has no end.
It has no end because I will never stop loving you amidst icy fires and thornless winds.
To love you so softly that my words are crystal threads that seek your ears so that the heart, fleeing from the everyday, makes light of the old pains in every dawn, and because your hands used to loneliness today want to tell me that there will be no anguish that cannot alleviate your caresses.
And I will keep you in my soul as the brightest star to illuminate the edge of the night when I stole your hands from the delirious female that gallops between kisses and moans sowing pecks on my back.
It spills then the hours in the night and your closed eyes pray for the night not to end.
I will love you if I will love you, because your rose belly is the lap of my heart in love.