one by one
your lips... your lips are stepping tenderly on the soft warmth of my breasts without to deceit, any part of them, or to erode them by some means the humid air of your tongue breathes me correcting daily... one by one... my primordial sounds that lured you... so, how did we become a moment of love ؟? you didn't do it like me, i didn't do it like you yet, we merged with each other turning us into a structure without rules... we're just painted by the sun arrowed by moon
