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Tempest
Like a raging gale,
sunset burns me up when memories
cast me into the subconscious of pleasure
Fire embraces me,
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
Tie me to your heartbeat,
to sin, until I am hypnotized by passion
Alas, grant me at least the dry leaves of you...
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 6:49 pm
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