your lips are so warm that my delight is to touch them with my kisses

with a hot kiss that makes you boil like silk to the wet and smooth skin

I wrote your name in the sand

in the aphrodisiac sand of your charms, and I craved more

fast as an arrow, slow as a sword in the heart

I want to take you to fantasy in my arms

running through your body with kisses as if it were the night of the moon

in the shadow of the dim candlelight

to the shy rays of dawn

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