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Tempest
Like a raging gale,Â
sunset burns me up when memories Â
cast me into the subconscious of pleasure
Â
Fire embraces me,Â
the sky of your kisses flash on my lips;
chained by the smell of your breath
and it is not possible to caress you with my hands
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Tie me to your heartbeat,Â
to sin, until I am hypnotized by passion
Â
Alas, grant me at least the dry leaves of you...
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 6:49 pm
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