Dare I say
a silky skin pledges my hands.
Should I say
words are meaningless
when your watering eyes melt inside my flesh.
Must I say
an harbour opens wide with the scent of your mouth.
I would say
an anchor I found sheltered in your sweetness.
Refúgio nas palavras. A melodia perdida. Libertação. Paulo Vila Maior
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