Sublime kisses
It is festive with the lights of your eyes.
Clearing the mountains of my heart
And stroking me with the sweet hands
It is more sublime to kiss your lips
With the taste of burning kisses
Coloring the nature of loving.
So you are my open horizon
Where I cross and I do not lose
And I make your heart my home.
It is festive with the lights of your eyes.
Clearing the mountains of my heart
And stroking me with the sweet hands
It is more sublime to kiss your lips
With the taste of burning kisses
Coloring the nature of loving.
So you are my open horizon
Where I cross and I do not lose
And I make your heart my home.