If the sun upon kissing the sea paints it the color of fire and the burning of its desire blends the red with the black and the blue with the dreams, why don´t you kiss me, my love?. If the sea upon kissing the shore takes it into a long hug and the might of its love covers the sand and stone with a neverending orgasm, why don´t you kiss me, my love? If the air upon kissing the harvest and rocking it on its knees roufles its tassels and between whispers and kisses cradles it like a little girl, why don´t you kiss me, my love? If the sleepiness upon kissing my pillow caressing my soul becomes master in a moment and carries me in a flight protecting me in its wings, why don´t you kiss me, my love? It the moon upon kissing the night gives it thousands of scents enrapturing its senses and drinking from its lips like leaves of an iris, why don´t you kiss me, my love?

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