deacon frost ha scritto: ↑dom 18 feb 2024, 11:53
Armonia sensuale afroamericana!
Ed anche la poesia sensuale in ogni parola
I want to make love to your existence,
Drenched in colors of your energy,
Then masturbate to the memories.
I wanna lose myself inside yourself...
Until you find me. Confine me,
To the freedom of your prison.
Exist in the same space, same time.
Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine.My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect,
Reflect, and watch your light passion walk my neck.
Caress the sights of your presence with no question,
Undress to the nakedness of love, pure love.
I want to make love to my soulmate... my soulmate...
Make love to my soulmate... my soulmate...
Make love to my soulmate, uh shit...
I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate.
Kind of like writing poetry till climax,
Till the point and place where space and time match.
Can we cross the line, perhaps tell me would you like that.
Now would you like that, tell me would you like that,
Would you like that, tell me would you like that,
Would you like that, tell me?
Alla tigre tocca cacciare. All'uccello tocca volare. All'uomo tocca chiedersi: "Perché? Perché? Perché?". Alla tigre tocca dormire.All'uccello tocca posarsi. E all'uomo raccontarsi che è ancora in grado di capire. Kurt vonnegut