Another cute lizard for the planet.
Tell me
Ita Mex
What a beautiful feeling to hear you say poems
closing my eyes to feel that your voice that caresses you
that my skin stand on end .. ......... shiver my soul that wants to wrap it
... .. voluntarily
entangle you do not need to pretend, I'm there, I want to be. Tell me more ...
. do not let my eyes open in light
not even want to blink
not miss the feeling to rise in your tone, almost touching the sky of distant
feelings that come as well, accompanied by your voice.
And now comes the silence ... ... can not hear you, I miss you
open my eyes and I am in fact your distance
latent and despair, love, feel close to the warmth of your voice then I
comfort closing my eyes to imagine.
What a beautiful feeling to hear you say poems
closing my eyes to feel that your voice that caresses you
that my skin stand on end .. ......... shiver my soul that wants to wrap it
... .. voluntarily
entangle you do not need to pretend, I'm there, I want to be. Tell me more ...
. do not let my eyes open in light
not even want to blink
not miss the feeling to rise in your tone, almost touching the sky of distant
feelings that come as well, accompanied by your voice.
And now comes the silence ... ... can not hear you, I miss you
open my eyes and I am in fact your distance
latent and despair, love, feel close to the warmth of your voice then I
comfort closing my eyes to imagine.
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