Mouth to mouth - it's
so
первозданно...
Tenderness
томленья... wild,
strangely.
His hands closed on
her neck to the pain,
It's not me... it's
disputes with fate...
The thrill of the skin...
And droplets of
sweat...
In life there must be
major
note...
The soul will merge in a
single
outburst...
The body of the heart
in the deep
isolation...
Uniquely any
moment...
And the kisses, with
прикосновеньем.
Inseparably with gusts
of miracle...
The feeling is always
taken
out of nowhere...
Mouth to mouth -
burned
passion...
Sea of emotions...
and... droplets
happiness...