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Kiss me slowly,

kiss my curves, my fears and my flaws,

kiss the virtues, the falls and the perfume on my skin,

kiss my soul, kiss me while I am broken,

kiss me without warning, without mercy, without reason.

Stay tonight and kiss my moles my stars and my universe,

kiss my back, neck and nose, kiss me tender, kiss me pretty, kiss my memories, my past and my present are yours,

kiss my sunsets and also my dawn,

kiss my palms and my thighs, kiss what no one has kissed before,

kiss my utopia and my philosophy,

kiss me like you never kissed anyone,

kiss me like that song in the background,

kiss my senses, my humidity and my silence,

kiss my gaze and those that we have not yet given. Touch my memories and erase the bad ones,

make me forget my name and remember yours

every thousandth of a second, don’t stop kissing me for a moment,

my existence, my reasons and my favorite scene depend on it,

the place where I run away, my chest of secrets.