Than you lose by not giving the time ... This cuerpesito
waiting to be kissed, touched, caressed, for every inch of it
From these lips, they want the touch of your own
From the most intimate and sensitive part of my body, awaits the arrival of yours
of every hair that does not have my head
smelled the aroma of my chest that awaits you with affection, to give rest
From each of my fingers to hug you, touch you and you feel
Of these bare feet to walk on the sand next to yours
In this laugh that provoke me to make me smile
Of the stories you told me and I did not know where
dragged them out of my eternal and faithful company to which no land are more than tears to mourn
That and more you lose, and that you want: (
Total, are happy without those things.
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