THE CROWN OF FLAMES
I ‘wept for the troubles’ of the world before I was even there.I loved life from the very first sigh.I talked at length with the angels,So at night I stayed awake, smiling softly,As I touched the dried tears!I grew up, protected by armor.No one could pierce my sky of colors.I even adapted time little by little,I placed the flying flames like a crown upon my head!With the sunset I colored my tender lips.I even stole the moon, to keep me company.With the stars I adorned my flowing hair,so the earth and the clouds would write me poetry.
PRIDE
I have nothing left but pridesoft, like white lace.With it I cover myself at night,as I wipe away the dried tears!I search for the mistakes within myselfthe one of humility, weighs on me the most.A lazy soul broken in halfand a few dreams, put to sleep!On the walls of the room pours the voice of consciencean impulsive character, like white foam.If only I knew what the black clouds foretoldand the crazy image, hanging on the ceiling!The narrow borders of this worldI gathered around myself like a shield,what was important I kept for myselfthe rest I gave to the wind, to heal them for me!
COME CLOSE
Come close to me slowly.Sensually...I want to feel your hot breath.Touch me…Touch me, as if I were the most beautiful rose in the Eden of your soul.Sometimes all passion...Sometimes sweetly, softly!Kiss me...Kiss me with all the feeling that begs to be uprooted from my heart.Touch me...Here...There...Everywhere...I want the most ordinary things to emerge victorious.I want to feel that you belong to me.I want to feel how you become part of my soul.To feel your touches...... becoming one, with my inflamed body!I want to feel that you love me,that you desire me.And then, I will give myself more than completely!I will gift you a journey filled with sensations and colors.Come close to me...Touch me…
