The words you say
Are like water
They pass trough my fingers away
This strange cold water
Give me every thing you have and go away
Sweet torture, this you one
That you make me
In this dance of wills
Give me everything you have and go away
This passion is pure fantasy
It's like a dance of
Cross looks, unexpected touches
Sweet and strange dance
Fly away
Leave it this way
Please don't heart
Please
Photo by Marta Ferreira
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