É um sonho
Ainda quero sentir sua respiração ofegante
Quero sentir o ar quente de teus pulmões soprando em minha nuca.
Quero sentir o frio que dá na barriga quando estamos nervosos.
Quero a minha pele arrepiada com o toque de teus lábios.
Quero voltar para casa, deitar ao teu lado.
Te olhar sorrindo e ver o teu rostinho lindo.
Quero te abraçar e falar no seu ouvido bem baixinho
Amo você.
Robert Gregoor.
Is a dream
I still feel his panting
I feel the hot air from your lungs by blowing into my neck.
I feel the cold that occurs in the stomach when we are nervous.
I want my skin shivers with the touch of your lips.
I want to go home, lie on your side.
The smiling eyes and see your pretty face.
I want to hug you and talk softly in your ear
I love you.
I feel the hot air from your lungs by blowing into my neck.
I feel the cold that occurs in the stomach when we are nervous.
I want my skin shivers with the touch of your lips.
I want to go home, lie on your side.
The smiling eyes and see your pretty face.
I want to hug you and talk softly in your ear
I love you.
Robert Gregoor.
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