lunes, febrero 05, 2007

Desire,
pleasure,
words of a cold
and endless night.
Forget your clothes
in another time,
there's no room
for absurd rules.
Here we are,
don't you see I'm yours?
Take me,
take my toughts,
turn them into dreams.
Make me swet with your kisses.

posted by Don Arturo @ 10:17 p.m.