Your Hands
your agile hands
when they caress me,
lead me to delirious ecstasy...
I pray that they never stop
to massage my body and soul...
May it and you never stop
to write this eternal love poem
that we poetize in the two
in energizing trances of love...
May your touch and you be
for ever my source of
of indescribable nirvana,
so we will live this beautiful story
of transcendental love!
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