Black wind of passion ( series )
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My lover told me ...
" Come to me , my beloved ,
I beg on my knees
Stand naked before you
Come to me , my passion
My desire , my torture, come to me ! "
My lover told me ...
"Touch me, breath me, drink me !"...
And I went to him !
Not like a thief in the night.
But like a fury !
To devour him !
To taste him !
To drink him !
My lover begged ...
"Torture me ! "
... louder and louder our moans filled the midnight air.
... louder and louder our murderous desires filled the midnight sky.
His touches burned my skin
His lips caressed my whispers
His hair brushed my eyes
But his touch
His touch , his touch ...oh!
Was fire
It entered every soul of mine
It entered every heart of mine
His touch , his touch
Was desire
Thus the world conspire
To be a wild wildfire !
Yet you only touched me once
In an embrace
And left my life
And never my soul
My beloved!
text by micaela alexandra
drawing of maurizio barraco
Passion in words and pictures. Beautiful...
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