Pure Poem by AmAnDa GoNzAleZ

The touch of the wind caresses my skin,
As the blue sky caresses my moon,
Your touch was love,
Like the ones with the devil and his lit fire,

You lick your lips and hold me close,
So firmly I’m no longer in control
Like a ribbon in the sky,
Like the worship for you that cannot be denied

Your blue eyes pierce me through,
Detain my feelings,
Renders me breathless
As the sea embraces the air with such aggression,

Thy love is the form of pure Gold,
Thy love is the Soul of my Soul.