martedì 15 settembre 2015

Taboo

it was easy to lose your breath.
I'm lose of you, I'm lose in you.

Jump on my lips with your tongue,
flick with your fingers the pointing higher.
Give me your hand on my body,
push me down and let me fall.
This dream  penetrates my skin,
the nails that stain of red rivers
and so cover me with rain.

Climb up to the highest point,
as a wish too far.
I'm loose in you, my sweet taboo.

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