Waking with closed eyes
I lie with your warm thigh
pressing on my leg.
I feel your hand rests
caressing, on my sleeping head,
fingers on my cheek,
My eyelids open
on empty darkness. And yet
my skin recalls you.
a good dream ending out here giving a lasting sensation of happiness...10
Let me always wake besde you...skin remembering skin. Being with and within you. love Donall Donall
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I would like to translate this poem
woow, thats really deep. i like it : D