My love , I
will come to you at night, through a fog thick as milk
I will come
to you barefoot, I will come although you are far away
And you will
feel me burn, I tremble when you touch me.
I will come
to you and you will kiss me,playing by his fingers over my naked flesh, breaking the thin threads of shame
I will come
to you in a dream, I will come to you love
dreaming with you dreams of love so that they never end…
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