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Fresh
Whispering autumn breeze
awakens the skin
as it dances through the window
So fresco...
Body warmth is sought
To keep dormiveglia uninterrupted
except for the desires of the flesh;
a descarado stirring...
sensory pulses inhaling
the smell of the sheets,
the grass, the new day,
limpio in its unpolluted grace...
The blissful urge to stay right here
wrapped up, amplified...
With the simple caress,
the sweet dulce of touch...
Love of the time, the day unfolds
being with the only person,
Hearts rhythmically singing, so raw;
Such a puro surging... always.
The word Fresh translated into Spanish has so many different meanings and feelings; each finishing a stanza to highlight this.
awakens the skin
as it dances through the window
So fresco...
Body warmth is sought
To keep dormiveglia uninterrupted
except for the desires of the flesh;
a descarado stirring...
sensory pulses inhaling
the smell of the sheets,
the grass, the new day,
limpio in its unpolluted grace...
The blissful urge to stay right here
wrapped up, amplified...
With the simple caress,
the sweet dulce of touch...
Love of the time, the day unfolds
being with the only person,
Hearts rhythmically singing, so raw;
Such a puro surging... always.
The word Fresh translated into Spanish has so many different meanings and feelings; each finishing a stanza to highlight this.
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