domingo, 15 de fevereiro de 2015

MAGIC


I long the moment
your shoulder whispers my name.

I long 
those tasty lips on my skin
and those eyes melting in mine.

I long the share
the silence
the care
those timeless nights
when body's recites endless poems.

Magic moments
when the world stops
just to see us.

©Graça Costa


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