The smell that remain in the bed,
the legs that always cross between mine,
the lips that answer my lips.
A night where all the time could stop,
that we do not realize;
feet contract themselves,
hands do not even stop,
the head rests on the lap;
lips touch,
breaths get together,
the bodies transform in one,
in one only love,
in two bodies.
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