Autor : Daniel Aurelian Rădulescu
The touch it is the final feeling,
Is only instant heart to heart.
The touch’s soul issue, on shape apart,
From real body, mind starts driling.
Transfer’s the wishes, one to one,
Just by the chemistrie’s old rules
On mix, with beautiful ocults;
Make love, already to be done.
I dream to touch you every day,
To be inspired on my dreams,
To catch from you, your total means...
To be my goal, to make me way.