We have a problem. Your skin and mine miss each other. Your mouth and mine miss each other. Your hands and mine, want to entangle their fingers again.
My chest claims your heartbeat.
My back claims your lips
My soul wants to recite poems to you.
I wish to hear you whisper in my ear, you wish my replies.
Your look is looking for me.
My longing for cuddles.
My memory keeps you from sleeping.
What do you think if we meet and settle it?
Ana Maria Ramis Thief Of Guevara
Beautiful Lady
Respect the author
Lo que Bella Dama esconde II
My back claims your lips
My soul wants to recite poems to you.
I wish to hear you whisper in my ear, you wish my replies.
Your look is looking for me.
My longing for cuddles.
My memory keeps you from sleeping.
What do you think if we meet and settle it?
Ana Maria Ramis Thief Of Guevara
Beautiful Lady
Respect the author
Lo que Bella Dama esconde II
