sábado, 25 de fevereiro de 2017

A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN

I taste a little piece of heaven
each time your lips travel around my skin.

I taste a little piece of heaven
each time you touch me
and my body becomes a violin,
a piano,
a full orchestra,
or only a whisper
lost in the room.

I taste a little piece of heaven
each time I close my eyes
and let my soul fly
throughout the warmth of your embrace.

Our love is heaven in slices,
an open book with empty sheets
for us to draw,
all new world to discover.

All we have to do is believe
that soulmates ate meant to be
and that miracles need to be fed
to keep on sparkling.




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