Vives en ese espacio detrás de mis ojos, en donde se queda la belleza, los miedos y los sueños. En donde no tienes que mirar para mirar porque puedes sentir tu luz sin que haya un sólo rayo de sol. Vives detrás de mi nariz también, justo debajo. Despertando los más dulces recuerdos atrapados en tu aroma, reviviendo instantes que sólo se alimentan con tu ser. Vives detrás de mis labios, callando lo que de ti quiero decir y gritando todo lo que te quiero besar. Vives en cada grieta que con el frío recuerda tu piel, vives en cada latido que necesita tu voz...
It was a moan, it was her breathing. It was the end of innocence. It was not only the curiosity of the time, it was the hidden feeling behind. It was just a kiss, why not? It was just the fifth bottle of champagne. The good times need the best liquor. It was then just a try. Just her hand in her hand, it was just a witness surprised. It was just a moment to stop, it was just a time to look at the eyes. It was then the next song, it was a weird time. It was another kiss in the eyes. It was dancing together, it was falling behind. It was just another kiss, then another one. It was that electric feeling, knowing that something is going to end bad. It was just the delicacy of the moment, it was just a time. It was not passionate or wild, it was curiosity and discovery chance. It was touching here a...
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