If I could sleep forever,
You would be my constant dream.
Only here can you exist
And be what it seems.
My Spanish lover, soul-mate and friend.
To embrace you
Would be the sweetest gift.
Your touch has to remain a personal joy, as
A waterfall of excitement
Crashes, at the beckoning pool below.
Mi español dulce subió.
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