My eyes were wrape in the creeper of your body. And my mind was blooming with your floral whispers, my heart was shinning in the half moonlit night, by your wanton playfullness And Those few moments had broken the ice of the centuries! Before i've mantled your voice and got sleep. Have lost me in the valleys of sweet dreams of your lips! In the uneven trails of your chest, in the shines of your thighs, made by the butter-cream-rose! (rm)