sexta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2016

EXPECTATIONS


Hold on my love...
dream on my skin touching your lips
imagine your skin burning in mine
feel our bodies melting in one another.

Hold on my love...
Rush is an enemy of feeling
and dreams are the rainbows of surrender.

My heart feels your arrival
My skin hungers for your touch
but I've learned to hold on.

Expectations lost in the wind
caress my body,
and I'm sure its you
thinking about me
dreaming about us.


©Graça Costa


                                                                 Elena Shastina