We believe to erase memories in
train caresses of cold hands,
We think the past went between the
lines of pretty words,
But the body does not believe, it only
feels,
Feel chills from that voice whispering in your ear,
Feel
your skin bristle in the path of the hands that are not there but
feel,
Feel the heat penetrate to the bones that they did not know
how to give,
Feel adrenaline for the forbidden as long ago did not
feel,
Feel arousal feeling wet in the heat of the sun,
Forget
your routine when you feel desired
Penetrated by that look that
leaves her hopelessly delivered,
To the pleasure of enjoying those
moments that only that madman knew how to make it arrive,
It was
neither how ... nor when ... nor where,
It was only that lover who
treated her like a lady making her a whore in her bed,
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