I am dying to touch

From your hands,

And the body goes crazy.

I so want to see you...

I do not know how to tell you about it.

You give me the breath of Life.

This short moment,

Two hours of happiness ...

How is this possible? ...

To lose yourself only from touching

And the smell of sandalwood, at your hands.

I cry I sing when you're around,

All this silently and my soul sings.

And every time - you leave ...

I just can not -

I need to tell you

About that I feel.

And let you go ... maybe.

It’s better than uncertainty.

And let it only work for you.

You gave me the joy of life

Warmed my soul unnecessary fragments

In their hands.

Gena, about you. 2018. Massage can be like that.

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2 comments
  • May 29, 2018 18:16

    Chevy something your poetry hurts me no joke.

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  • May 31, 2018 14:26

    Thank you, I am pleased. Poems strange thing come themselves when they want.

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