I didn't wipe the kiss...on my parched lip.Where the rose bloomsfull of desire...passion...fire.....Ah, this longingthat burns and killssheds endless tears.I love you!
Kiss me!
O secret kiss!even in the graveI will keep you sacred.
O cruel kiss...secret kiss.
Before the bottle of champagne, we kneel... We kindle the thirst, grow drunk..... Passion lights the candles, of lust... A tub with petals of roses, a scent of madness.... Bodies…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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