Sometimes we are so innocent,
we want, we want and love,
hug, kiss on the lips,
Immaculate in instantaneous running.
We rub the lips with a finger,
with desire and thought write verse ...
Draw on our face and hair,
as our bodies merge.
Our eyes stare tired,
under the oak of the past,
with flames of love, twisted
in a spiral ... a little more
love to get!
Spiritually close - we are together,
like a throbbing heart,
I've been looking for so many years,
the soul is related - as part of two!
Goodbye and Kisses ...