by Eduardo Santos
Soft lips,
They run through the neck,
The mouth.
Lips meet,
Arms intertwine,
Legs are crossed,
Bodies fit.
The back,
Shoulders,
Breasts,
The torpor,
Sweat,
The ardor.
Skin,
Smell,
Tasting.
Deep kissing,
Intense ...
Love in essence,
Essential awakening.
From:
Eduardo Santos
Copyright ©:
2015
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a brazilian poet. I believe that we should learn to feel the essential, no more and no less, just the essential.
