Wait, my love, but do you truly believe what you see now
Wait, my love, but do you truly believe what you see now?
Are you carried along my river, and am I the one you seek?
Sit beneath the sun that burns like a living flame, submerged deep in the pond of my dreams,
Swaying in the air like leaves carried by the wind, truth or dare, on the altar of fantasy.
Do you see the emerald sea, counting the hearts woven in the silk of time?
There, where you and I remember ecstasy in the pure and naked essence of our being?
Be my sweet forbidden fruit, and I the tongue that delicately explores your mystery,
Trembling in silent bites, devouring the quiver of your hidden desire.
The warmth and salty sweat entwine in a kiss as sweet as honey,
In my arms like a sanctuary, heavenly tremors absorb my burning bliss.
Imagine storms coming to life, dripping with sap and boundless passion,
Tasting your fullness, tickling your breasts like a velvet breeze.
Light as a feather, two keys uncover the labyrinth of a rose twisted in eternity,
Imagining ourselves as forever new lovers, slippery in the immeasurable sweetness of desire.
Thus, our thoughts flow like a river of liquid gold, a smooth stream of infinite sensations,
In a world where desire intertwines with reality in a cosmic dance,
Giving birth to a universe of metaphors and memories floating in eternity,
Where love and fantasy find their place under the enchanted light of an eternal sun.
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Dan Enache
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