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  • Inch by inch

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    Soft and cold Up and down I can feel her bones Covered with gray clothes Move my hand up and up Getting warmer with every inch Getting tighter and round I can sense the hearth beat Move my hand up and up Now I am at the end of valley Near entrance to pleasure I…

  • Gymnopendie No. 2

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    Holding her hands
Slowly walking with her
Dancing to the edge of the bed 
The Gymnopédie No.2
Is being played in background with every beat
my hands discover
a new curve
to be touched She is sitting there
Like an angel
Looking at me with open eyes 
I sit next to her
Tasting the sweetness of honey I touch her back
Valley of pleasures
Curve within…

  • Gymnopedie No. 1

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    p rumi
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    Listening to Eric Satie
Gymnopédie No.1
Closing my eyes
Dreaming about her She is standing in front of me
Looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes
I can reach and touch her shoulder 
Soft and warm covered with silk With the rythem of music
I move both hand
Up and down
On her hands then slowly while looking at her eyes
Move my…

  • Ice cream

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  • Thanks for a beautiful journey

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    p rumi
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    Two years less than a month

  • If you ..

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    p rumi
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    If I talk real slowly If I try real hard To make my point dear That you have my heart Here I go I’ll tell you What you already know Here I go I’ll tell you What you already know If you love me, with all of your heart If you love me, I’ll make…

  • Alone

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    I hate sleeping alone Terrified with the lights out I hate living alone Talking to myself is boring conversation Me and I are not friends She is only an acquaintance I hate dreaming of being alone ‘Cause you are never there Just a shadowy figure with a blank face Kicking me out of his place…

  • Orange

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    I am alone here tonight Wind and rain every where Rain, rain and more rain Alone here watching the circles goes by Wishing that the color will not change to orange where she is Wishing that the turning circle will not go where she is How can I live without her? All depends on the…

  • Journey

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    I could feel at the timeThere was no way of knowingFallen leaves in the nightWho can say where they’re blowing?As free as the windHopefully learningWhy the sea on the tideHas no way of turningMore than thisYou know there’s nothingMore than thisTell me one thingMore than thisOoh there’s nothingIt was fun for a whileThere was no…

  • Another Evening

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    It is a quiet evening The sun is shining and getting lower and lower The flock of birds flies overhead, in search of a better lake The moon, hangs up there, motionless, soft, white I know the night is coming, I know the green trees will be covered with darkness I know the green ocean…