The door closed and I was alone in bed. The cool evening air dry my eyes wet with tears that flowed. I tasted on my lips, his touch light, for a moment I wished melt between those sheets to stay there to receive their bodies together. The night fell silent cradle you in his arms, and woke up a little ray of sunshine that it already the mists away. And then there were words and unspoken fear, desire of moments that would come and the knowledge that I could never belong to this fragile world of a delicious cup of coffee, a train took me away, and I can only confess what ' last sin, that last commandment broken, like my soul.
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whisper "I love you" to your back
That gesture sudden, unexpected, tears all certainty. You break down the walls that divide us, pulling me you, and make me yours. Then we lie almost asleep, your body seems to opalescent white in the warm night, I support my lips to your back and inaudible whisper those words that I can not tell you for fear of what that answer. Now I smile while his eyes are filled with stupid of sweet tears, you muttering something, maybe in his sleep, suddenly you get up quick from bed, dressed and you run away, and I are the words that I whispered to your back, two dirty dishes to wash, a little 'chocolate to ginger and pounding heart, oh, yes, throbbing of illusion.
That gesture sudden, unexpected, tears all certainty. You break down the walls that divide us, pulling me you, and make me yours. Then we lie almost asleep, your body seems to opalescent white in the warm night, I support my lips to your back and inaudible whisper those words that I can not tell you for fear of what that answer. Now I smile while his eyes are filled with stupid of sweet tears, you muttering something, maybe in his sleep, suddenly you get up quick from bed, dressed and you run away, and I are the words that I whispered to your back, two dirty dishes to wash, a little 'chocolate to ginger and pounding heart, oh, yes, throbbing of illusion.
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