Your soft hair,
that feels like velvet on my finger tips
I don't know if I am caressing it,
or it is caressing me...
Your manly smell,
than swedish perfume with some british touch,
is saved deep in my olfactory memory
and gives me goosebumps.
Your delicate face resting next to me,
gone in dreams of far lands
relaxed and beautiful
appears in front of me every time I close my eyes.
Those hawaiian flowers in our arm,
with delicate little red filaments,
are part of your enchants.
Specially your glorious bright smile
wide broad and white,
brings happiness to my tired soul.
The brown labyrinth that I see in your eyes,
hides a deep fantastic history
like a David Bowie movie,
is a kaleidoscope of colors.
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