Suddenly
you're
melting eyes
struck me
like a hurricane.
Feel
naked...
felt good
almost if
someone
was
painting my body with a silky brush.
Your eyes
struck me
and I
stopped breathing.
Your hands
reached me,
and all of
became
a brand new
spring
flourishing
in my skin.
Your eyes
became my eyes
my skin,
your skin,
and our
passion
a perfume
of surrender.
The day
turned night,
but in our
world
an eternal
dawn was the only witness.
©Graça
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