Exigiendo más que affaire contigo, sin perder la sutileza de lo que emana todo lo que venga de ti. Lo sé, no fue amor a primera vista porque el proceso hizo que ambos pronunciáramos un sentimiento desinteresado que tiene tanta vida como un gran samán en un bosque húmedo, como una flor cuando tiene sus colores en su tono frío that makes entertaining a desert and that even if he were thirsty would not touch, go to bed at his side and pass away admiring, caring and if my sweat helping to keep growing to take all of me.
Imagine, imagine ... Just that I had after losing a chance to have you near, touching your nose, not to utter words, because I know that we would understand in a language that perhaps very few have reached deeper . You still there, eyes me like a beautiful person who will never be seen together.
Spiritual, extra sensory were two words that struck me after you uttered, bringing the attraction to the visceral, where the marrow only the epidermis of a futile feeling between what you gave me to understand. Not lead to the carnal because it is not possible, both want to break barriers and influence at this time we made it impossible, I tried it once and we agreed to calm, not push you away from sight, because my iris lost its Brown to any being I saw in my eyes.
I took you to compare with the pleasure I felt when my buds are filled with the delight of a flavor that only you know, but it is uncertain illogical, stupid ... if you can dream made possible in what is already fantastic reality disconnect me and tied me blocking the illicit. Only a slight touch of your skin cause the climax of the most awaited miracle, so you can not take me in your arms and kidnap in a box of memories, that you may have on your bedside table, open it, see I'm inside, chanting, cheering , asking each day a gift from your lips.
Knowing that you like the sand of the fun, the sky that gives you all the space in the universe if you're not flying, the tide that makes you feel better and the range that protects you is more than a blessing when the I can find future there, smiling, glad to share with you the existence and the same breeze, sitting next to you, seeing your hair draw another landscape where my hands sigh and curse their touch because nothing else is an illusion of a lost soul. Maybe find another way, but I hope to pass by your side again and even noticed the event and none of my 5 senses to notice you, my spirit will call you, turn and do not forget me.
