9 de abr de 2009

To look deeper into someone’s eyes until they turn out a mirror where you can look at yourself.
To kiss with so much will and desire, just as your own survival depended on that kiss.
As if that same kiss was the very last one.
As if those lips that softly touches yours were the hugest treasures above earth.
To touch the undressed skin as if you could feel the blood running through the veins.
To hold as if you could keep, in your hands, life beating faster on each touch.
The smell I sense even when it's not there.
The warm embracing my body in its absence.

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