I kiss your shakes my soul spilling love , my hands over your body , my fingers are slow stes liek they are dancing on sighs. Touching your back I go up to heaven and down to hell running milimeters to meet you with my tongue.The smell of your hair , your kisses on my lips, the stroke of your touch , this warm feelings like fire inside ...
Photography :Georgy Chernyadye
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