Here I listen to the sighs of the body.
A heart can not wait to come back to me
I wonder out loud and track white
to love the bright, would not want
That night darkness
My hand passing over
Soft hair. I wonder aloud,
Sighs of our bodies and springs –
Heard to the end of the village.
A heated room smells of flowers,
I know you’ll come back tonight
The eyes speak, I know what they say.
I love you madly,
I hear them.