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Eng versionen reviderad som poem.
Myths of Love
Its me grasping for air Before we kiss, after my sigh in our smiles You putting your beutiful hand on my waist The other on my cheek We look deep into eachother Its in the way our eyes first meet The gaze How our eys flicker aroused then closees and when we open them were in heaven The tingle in my body Our smiles again, the curtisy of you asking if you may… even if you dont, but still both My rosepetals lips against yours My back arching Our lips bruching
Our light flicks of our tounges are like soft sweet summer rain The earthchake to my core The feeling of coming home In the temple room we want to live in Our kiss that lasts for an eternity Us levitating in our own sphere
The hunger through the nerves This is love And we are here No turning back, we know what this is How do we even breath so perfectly with our tounges dancing so vividly soft and hard in this ballroom of life whithin its beat |
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