a million away.
As well my last breath i could give
because you are my sin.
The last star for a yes,
to have you undressed
laying pure,
no longer so sure.
So,
I am falling down;
in my luxury,
and more i want you
more forbidden you are.
You,
my last temptation
and I 'm without demurs.
How many tressures I could give,
to have you,
with your marrow in me.
so celestial and sacral.
I’d like to be
intigued by senses
because
I am dying for your essence.
© Diana Mistera 2008
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