Lady,i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene(lady i will
touch you with my mind.)Touch
you,that is all,lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite carethe poem which i do not write.
Play me, i’m yours
13 Luni iul. 2009
Posted Stari de Suflet
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