From a corner of Heaven, some day
Dear one from there,
Here's how the heart has defeated and I put my hand on the pen and I started to leave my imagination free and send you a few words from here, from a corner of Heaven.
There were days when I dreamed of you ... I wanted to touch you to see if you were real, if I did not dream and I did not imagine everything again.
I wish you were here with me ... Kissing because no one ever sees us ... everyone is busy. They forgot to love, to feel, to live. I would not want to get out of here, to fall into the abyss of those who do not know what love is. I want to be here, alone ... loving us!
If I were next to you, I would squat at your chest while watching movies, stopping every erotic scene in a movie to reproduce it. We would be two ... and so on.
And I would breathe lightly, gently while the dress of my dress would slip on my shoulder ... while the buttons would unbutton your chest ...
I would leave you lipstick on your cheek, then I would bite your throat gently, and my hands would slip on your waist, then loosen a button. I kiss you on the collarbone, and the zipper dresses down ...
It would only be a passionate game that would slowly cool our bodies in a late night's night.
You embrace me in my arms and I feel like flying, then you kiss me and I would not feel sorry.
Words are useless ... we just breathe and we feel each kiss burns our skin, and the fire in our hearts grows up. I would get rid of the grip of your arms and look at your face. I would approach you and look into your eyes, then I would touch your lips in a light kiss.
I would try to write you a poem while the violin and the harp would inspire me ... while your perfume would get drunk, I would feel like flying, I'm losing my way to the horizon ... I'm trying to blink, to take my eyes off you, but I can not. You take my hand and whisper me a sweet verse. It's nice to write, you relax ... and you can dream. Doing what you have never done, having what you never will have ... Sometimes the words are superfluous, everything turns into a dream, an ideal to be touched ...
It's easy to dream, close your eyes and imagine. Happy boxes, loving glasses and bitter chocolates ... I would like to all of them, but it's just a dream of a special childhood.
Dream, walk beyond any boundary of your mind ... leave the logic aside and go away, but only with the mind ... Do not say "I can not", "I do not want", "I do not want" ... Try to feel what you can not do in the real world.
Dear the one from there, you who read my ranks with delight ... hope, please much read something ...
I love you! Bye, I kissed you sweetly on the cheek.
