Slow lovely kiss,
Your lips make me eat this cake,
The most delicious piece,
Feel like I am going through dangerous lake.
Let's stop this instant,
To sense the nature,
With no end,
Together into one capture.
Feel my love and my soul!
Warm them like the coal,
Let them be your waterfall,
Be with me after all!
Lake
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2019
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