Your kiss...
... My oxygen
Breeze of pleasure in my Sahara
That dreams its mirages
Inspired by your lips
Soft… like tow clouds of fine silk threads
Soft… like the caresses of two loving angels
Who discovers pleasure for the first time
And soft like tow pink drops of blood
...on a white rose
Laying on the bed of the last of all kings ©2006 Iméd Saadani
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