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My addicted mind, prisoner of a dream,  
slips softly through shadows and longings,  
transports me to your delicate scent,  
a whisper in the air, an eternal longing.  
You are the breeze that caresses my skin,  
the light that breaks at dawn,  
your glorious image is drawn in my breast,  
a refuge of fire, a sweet sleeplessness.  
Your mischievous kisses, furtive caresses,  
dance like stars on lost nights,  
the wetness of your parts, a sea in which I swim,  
in every wave I'm lost, in every kiss, drowned.  
My perverted thoughts are churning rivers,  
they flow like verses on a timeless paper,  
they stop in details, in laughter, in echoes,  
where desire mingles with secret dreams.