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I’m listening to the love

that is resting in your silent lips,

the music is playing a melody

while the sensation is raising

within my body.

Your arms transmit tenderness,

of the craving that I miss.

Your body transmits warmness,

of the lips that I kiss.

Something is missing,

some feeling that makes my heart fly.

I want to be loved, but only in your eyes.

Copyright@2006 Michelle Carreiro