THE HUG OF THE SENSES.

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HI LOVE…YOU LOOK TIRED.

COME, HUG ME…NO, DO NOT LEAVE.

DO NOT TALK…LET ME FEEL YOUR DAY.

YOUR SMELL…AS SWEET PERFUME TIRED.

AND YOUR KISS…WITH A SWEET MELANCHOLIA’S TASTE.

WITH FLEETING CENTELLAS OF JOY,

LET ME SLOWLY UNFASTEN YOUR COAT,

THAT PROTECT YOU FROM THE COLD.

WAIT…I’LL DROP IT AT YOUR FEET,

TO THEN SEE, THE BEAUTYFUL SKIN OF YOUR EGO.

I’LL NAKE YOUR SOUL,

I’LL PALM IT WITH MY SENSES,

AND MY FINGERS WITH THEIR CALM,

THEY’LL FEEL YOUR OMISSIONS…PALM TO PALM.

WITH THE PAPILLAS FEAR,

AND THE RECOURSE OF THE BLIND.

LOVE, PLEASE…DO NOT TALK.

I’LL KNOW ABOUT YOUR DAY, WITHOUT TASTE…WITHOUT WORDS.

I’LL JUMP FROM YOUR BROW, I’LL TRAVEL BY YOUR BACK,

I’LL CROSS YOUR ENCHANTED FOREST,

TO THE PROFOUNDEST SIDE OF YOUR FEET.

I FEEL YOU SKIN…STILL I FEEL IT.

I FEEL YOU HEART, HEART ! ...I WONT LIE YOU MORE.

HOW SPEAK THEIR BEATS, SINGING WITH THE CHOIR OF YOUR LIPS.

HUG ME MORE…MUCH MORE, MANY TIMES MORE.

YOUR BEATS KEEP TALKING, THEY DON’T STOP.

I LIKE WHAT I HEAR, I DON’T WANT TO REPLAY.

NOW…WARM OF SUN THE WATERS OF THE RIVER.

COME…GIVE ME YOUR HAND AS MY GUIDE.

AND HUGGED. LET’S GIVE THE DAY,

THE DESERVED BATH THAT IT WANTS