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You are everything when you kiss me softly,   nothing like brown eyes and dark hair show up.  Just you, bleaming through the flow of pecks,  Stealing me from kissing necks, of other faces.  The lovemaking of the world cannot compare,  this is no longer an affair, not a game, no more,  I swear.  You are  the sheets to my freezing chest,  the jacket to my naked soul,   and I’m always left with one request: for no other love but yours.  You are the missing touch, the wondering lust,  that no black hair  could ever provide,  the nights with other hands but yours were set aside,  they died, your the one to make me fully wide.  You are here, here to feel my hips shake in the dark,  when love has been trapped in heavy breaths.  Tonight you are the event and I  pay no rent for this luxury.  You are the cause of my nightly twists, my longs love lists,  our never ending kiss.  You are.
By: Nathalie Rodriguez

You are everything when you kiss me softly,
nothing like brown eyes and dark hair show up.
Just you, bleaming through the flow of pecks,
Stealing me from kissing necks, of other faces.
The lovemaking of the world cannot compare,
this is no longer an affair, not a game, no more,
I swear.
You are the sheets to my freezing chest,
the jacket to my naked soul,
and I’m always left with one request: for no other love but yours.
You are the missing touch, the wondering lust,
that no black hair could ever provide,
the nights with other hands but yours were set aside,
they died, your the one to make me fully wide.
You are here, here to feel my hips shake in the dark,
when love has been trapped in heavy breaths.
Tonight you are the event and I pay no rent for this luxury.
You are the cause of my nightly twists, my longs love lists,
our never ending kiss.
You are.


By: Nathalie Rodriguez

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