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I sum up the definition
of indefinable thoughts
every time I am sequestered
within the limits of love
weaving the edges of prudence
wanting to surface above
the symmetry of each other
drawn like the wind on the snow
and of course… lusting for more.
Even in special moments
when I want to be alone
caressing the skin of ecstasy
kissing the lips of her soul.

© By Emiliano Martin (Poeta48@aol.com)
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