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sábado, 5 de diciembre de 2015

How to make love

Your head is upon my chest
Your hands are laced with mine
Our brething is getting faster and lower
We feel the pleasure between our hips
Your lips caress mine
Your tongue conect my body
Our eyes are closed to see the useen
Our fingers line our muscles
My sword fight busily to slide next to your
The silk burns because of the fire of our skin
We are what our flesh wants
Two mountains are moving together
Two warriors spil their blood
Our saliva, swet and blood are mixing in a cocktails
My hips push yours
My body wants to fuse into yours
We can't make difference in between us
Your fingers inside my mounth
My hips dancing upon yours
My legs pen to the happiness
My hands slaping your buttocks
Our lips mixing ll our bodies
Your whisper groan getting into my ears
Your throat is open
I got a column
You got your Coloso
I want to devore it, destroy it
Even if it's imposing i don't want to it's standing
I drink the bitter milk, the hot threads as tears
Our body is tired, laying down in roses
My spirit is insaciable
My head is upon your chest
My fingers laced into yours
My lips caress your
My tongue conect your body
All over and over again

Juan José Galeano Pareja



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