Acoustic

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Before we get old

I want to live in your arms

entirely soaked under your folds.

While you breath the oxygen,

I inhale your fragrance

to keep my lungs crowded

because I want my love directed

only towards your soul.

I want your beats

to be my orchestra

where my strings vibrate

under the influence of your tunes.

Before we get old

I want to make you learn

that love is not an obssession

but a dedication in submission to one's soul.

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