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Writing on my body
the soft letters of your affection,
you draw with your secret lips,
a language that only I can distinguish.
Satiating your love for me,
you awaken time in my veins,
I'll be your dreamer in the twilight,
sailing in seas of passions,
where sacrifice finds its sweetness,
and poetry blooms in our hearts.
Thus we spin in this infinite dance,
with kisses and caresses that the wind recites,
I will be the poet of your skin, my love,
in the history that together we trace, with verve.