Kiss me my sweet Cinderela Dreams…
Make love to me on the desk of
imagination and… love.
Take me to the sea of windstorm love,
and give me yourself, ’cause I’m giving myself.
Make me love you
as I make love to you,
here’s the bird that our
souls sing in the spring
of bodies and senses.
Kiss me, my lips are
bleeding for your touch.
Touch me, my skin is
sweating my wish for you.
Senses fly through the
mind and explodes me.
Love me, touch me, kiss me, feel me…

Miloš Leković

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