Intervuelo in the fantasies of our eyes
Well this is already becoming one of those utopias
In your touch me and I touch
And do not feel anything but your eyes and mine
already beginning to think you
In your faults, I twitch the penultimate gut
In my wounds, my sparking in if I'm crazy and you are sane.
I'm falling.
I'm going as I strode up
And I can not think of anything more than
flee to escape the fear, breaking the silence
escape your eyes and look for excuses. Your
claws tear me touch my body with subtle animal skin
only arouse my talk, my breasts naked
make me fast, tough, volatile and in heat. We have a little world
well hidden there Where everything is perfect if we are together where we share phrases
Mostly nonsense intelligence that we would not tell anyone else.
When you touch me and I'm your street
play, work and laughter of your friends
When I look at you and you look at me
're the shadow of a whole universe hidden.
We are two strangers playing the affair
With your feet warm and open souls
Wicked bite with whatever
But fear of leaving to play elsewhere.
When I te ....
Y tu me ..
not succumb to anything else.
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