Mornings bring

the air you breathe,

models, my body

with heat.

That you gave me once!

You react the flame on me!

I loved you

of sliced moments,

leaving you closed,

on the wings of my breast,

You gave yourself to me.

With your hands,

you ripped

my modesty,

in a pain made of pleasure,

I still wanted to feel the soft breeze

your kisses

and the sweaty heat of your skin,

and the emotions felt

at the moment, just mine ... !!!

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Grace Bica