There is ephemeral hazeIn the pastels
I want to
Lay you down
In the softness
Of the ill defined
Flowers of gentle passion
This is a time
Of floating butterflys
And gentle breezes
I see warmth
In your Brazilian eyes
There is rhythm in your breath
There is gentle heave in your breast
My lips nibble your neck
I close my eyes
I lie in your embrace
I awake in your absence
I'm startled awake
I am lying in pastel flowers
You exist only in my dreams
Newell, eu estou honrada com essa poesia , meu Querido , é linda , muito obrigada , estou lisonjeada , Amei . Mil beijos , estou muito Feliz.
ReplyDeleteEu amo Você.
Newell, I am honored with this poem, my dear, it's beautiful, thank you, I'm flattered, I loved. A thousand kisses, I feel happy.
I love you.