Paradise - Poem by Andre Leal
How sweet to hear your voice again, to get use to it,
How sweet to feel again, to share a moment in time with your body and face,
How sweet to look into your eyes again, to know your soul smiles and it’s not in vain,
Greatness is reach by our faith, our future engraved in my heart as well as in my brain,
Touching your body with my mind so gentle like butterflies wings laying, feeling, reaching, caressing me like the breeze of a cold winter morning, even more like a rainy day, Oh God you drive me insane,
In my dreams I take you to a beautiful place; a place I fantasize
A secret place shared with no one else but you by my side;
A journey that take my spirit every time I lay my body on lonely nights;
A cascade of love, a river of emotions, somewhere I always whisper how much I love you,
Romantic island of passion your body yearning for love a desperate call to let me take control of every part, of every motion,
How sweet to feel your tender body touch my, as your face can’t hide your needs; wishing, desiring to be mine,
My hands travels as an explorer would an unknown treasure as delicate as not to damage a single inch of his finds,
Your eyes don’t stop looking into mine; I sense fear and pleasure at the same time,
To late to turn back, you have enter again into my paradise,
Now you have no choice you want me as much as I desire your tender touch,
Biting gently your lips just turns me on, my dream must go on; knowing all this I would like to ask,
Would you like to be part of my Dreams Tonight?
Would you let me show you the things I only dream at night?
Would you take this journey with me knowing I will make passionate love to you every single time?
So, let me whisper gently into your soul all my desires all my madness all my needs for one last time,
Would you travel with me or would you just leave me alone in Paradise?
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