the one who knows how to keep love forever, it's possessing a treasure, a synergy of the holy grail in the soul entered, in the heart melted, in the senses raised, in kisses aromatized, 24-7 enlightened and evermore and again conjugated

I know you, You, the wildly one... — I heard your mysterious call... — The chirping of the firebird from your heart opened the shell of my dreams paying big attention to what your kisses say for when I go to sleep to dream about you

so you sent the rain to kiss my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids, — (well, i got to tell you), madly fixed with big and warm drops, it wrapped me in its sparkling dance coloring my thoughts, capturing my soul in its beads, filling my mouth with the muffled sighs to feel I am the sweet lady of yours as heaven sends you

i want you never say no and to lose myself in you and to lose yourself in me in an extreme apogee... i love you, and that's okay losing me in your mind wandering, as i always do sliding in your paradise... loving you with dirty mind wanting you be not a dream feel identic feeling deep... a thought fixed on repeat

i have the taste of a song from your lips on my mouth; it fills my space with senses, as if our thoughts, right now sail to each other to create the absolutely sublime touch with the uncontrollable power of love's realm echoing, to us... my Love will protect You

in my mind [you are] a passionate spark roving breathlessly in my heated blood to prove that I'm not, [not an easy love...] but which stirs you up for you're watching me, you watch me I dance dancing in your dream to love-me-to-death faithful like a wolf...

he asked her, how would you like to be touched… and she, enraptured, answered to him like that… i would like you to touch me as if you have to go somewhere far, far away, and you would like to remember about each part of my body, with my velvety skin, and with all my valleys, and curves that enriched my physique, and enticed you i would like you to touch me as if you'd be blind… unable to recognize just with your gaze my shapes i would like you to touch me as if you'd be mute and only your fingers can articulate all your words i would like you to touch me as if your hands have healing's power on my body, and feed me with your caresses, and therewith, you quench your starves and thirstiness with the love in me i would like you to touch me as if you'd like to dance with me an invented dance, and as if your hands are some kind of magic brushes with which you love to color my silhouette with shiny nuances, [your fire] i would like you to touch me as if you'd be a sculpt