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I want to kiss you were is wet,
i want to hold your face and save it for myself,
for you to touch my hair and kiss my tongue,
and for both to finish high... right there at our secret spot.

I want to lick your hands and smell your chest,
to find your glimpse, to watch and stare,
while you sit in front of your computer sipping tinto
showing and amazing me with your beautiful world.

And when the sunrise comes, i see you sleep,
i get wrapped one more time in your arms and get up and leave.

From Sinatra to me

I've heard Sinatra before, but i've never really listen to him so this afternoon, after thorough consideration, i decided to listen to his "Fly me to the moon" production, so alone at home, i closed my eyes, pressed play and paid attention to the poems with rhythm and soul that were coming out of the speakers.

As an immediate reaction my foot beggined twirling, a smile appeared on my face, i thought of you, i remembered friday... what you said, i remembered your kiss and your tender caress on my face, and i have to admit and say you are also under my skin every day.