21 Mar 2012


nothing smells better than Spring air
the soil perfumes itself
pheromones spreading all over
dust the trees clean with fresh leaves
and my body wakes
I close my eyes and smell your scent
softly caressing your neck with my nose
let me taste you, that taste of lips and tongue 
that exchange of no words but tenderness
let us rise form the soil and show ourselves
we are sensual and beautiful
the look in your eyes is enough
and your voice is the final countdown
for me to rise above myself
with every touch
to blossom
for you

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