Whisper of the ray
The kingsize bed - the red satin, the night begin to shine,
the wine leaves a roar with bubbles in the body
tiny feather kiss
nothing strange - no strategic
only as bodies glides into true satisfaction.
The picture is drawn, quiet speak. This wiew,
smiling, don't need any explanation between
navel and heart.
The angels of the morning is singing softly,
blessing the love,
the senses has given and taking, complete in the time
nobody ever have been planing.
The ray of the sun is whispering; come
the time is to leave.
The dreams will soon awake...
Words by Adeleine
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Written on 2007-10-23 at 12:12
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