Lets make love as the tempest singsand may the taste of our kisses fly
in the wings of dawn
throughout the day.
Lets play with time
of the rain against the window
as your fingers burn my skin
and your lips swallow my being.
Lets be poetry writers with no wordsand as the tempest sings
may the silence of our bodies melting in one another
with no guilt
and no worries
be the perfect portrait of peace
within the storm of life.
IMAGEM DO PINTEREST