Crime is wanting to kidnap traro
every moan in your
throat feel all your
wrecked sailing in my body,
ice cold boot
infinite transparency
to weave a path
where love again.
Crime is sell my soul
that devil that is your body
love you sigh a
between that gasp that escapes
merging into my chest,
caress you with the eternal fact
and give you the sky
off your inviting fire.
Crime is wanting this sentence
each night contemplate your looks wicked,
feel my desire emerges
listening to the warm throb
our sighs without an owner.
Crime is wanting this torture
scratching
feeling of being deep sea
and die in your mind.
Author: Arwen ©
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