Dawn with him
to my side is not the same as being with you
it's not that this evil, let alone
but he needs to mature, he's almost a child.
white like yogurt
without that bull that you carry in your chest
flower fragility
Nothing to do with my favorite perverse.
Without your nails scratching my back,
without your hands that squeeze me everything changes,
without your tongue poisoned my throat,
without your teeth that torture and sweeten I do not feel anything.
Making love with another, no, no, no,
It's not the same thing, there are no pink stars
do not distill the pores of the body
Ambrosia sprinkled with you.
make love with another no, no no
it's like not doing anything is missing fire in the look
missing the mistress in each kiss
and feel that you can reach the sky
I wanted to forget you with him,
I wanted to avenge all your infidelities
and it worked so bad for me
that I can hardly breathe its very air.
The strands of your frizzy black hair,
your hips are sharp and drained,
that beard that scraped like sandpaper
and your twisted smile are the best thing in my life.
Making love with another, no, no, no,
It's not the same thing, there are no pink stars
do not distill the pores of the body
Ambrosia sprinkled with you.
make love with another, no, no, no,
it's like doing nothing, there's a lack of fire in your eyes
missing the soul in each kiss
and feel that you can reach heaven.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)