I'm waiting for you with a glass of wine, thirsty for you and your mouth.
I will cover you with love, thirsty like a freshly picked flower thirsty for your caresses
Like spring water, I will drink every note from your lips thirsty for your breath
My senses will dance with desire in the sonata of your fingers they touch to me, by climbing to the mountain peaks of dreams...
Photo by Georgy Chernyadev
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