To whom my desires belong There are things in the life that they mark to us that they appear and soon they remain There are special moments that the time does not dissolve they live always fresh like the first time It happens in both sides in the pleasures of long ago and why no, in the pains Today my contented heart it leaves them of side, without seeing them and it refreshes moments to me that I will never be able to forget The track of your body it has been in my skin The torso of my hand it feels it like yesterday The kiss of your mouth with that flavor to honey it penetrated in my mind and it took to the force the space of my memory that to drain it is not wanted Now I am enslaved of your skin, your mouth the object of your history that it will live thus faithful.

Now my dreams no longer they are mine Now my enslaved lips this emptiness, yours, they doubt they fear, they look for, they want to you Now it is desire you were the woman yesterday Now time will tell if you must, lives, to remain not only in body and soul It lives in my own one to be! If you could be the guide? That it manages to me to have or if it were a moment yesterday that, still full of pleasing it does not allow to insinuate to me to whom I must belong Samuel Akinin Levy To whom my desires belong There are things in the life that they mark to us that they appear and soon they remain There are special moments that the time does not dissolve they live always fresh like the first time It happens in both sides in the pleasures of long ago and why no, in the pains Today my contented heart it leaves them of side, without seeing them and it refreshes moments to me that I will never be able to forget The track of your body it has been in my skin The torso of my hand it feels it like yesterday The kiss of your mouth with that flavor to honey it penetrated in my mind and it took to the force the space of my memory that to drain it is not wanted Now I am enslaved of your skin, of your mouth the object of your history that it will live thus faithful Now my dreams no longer they are mine Now my enslaved lips this emptiness, yours, they doubt they fear, they look for, they want to you Now it is desire you were the woman yesterday Now time will tell if you must, lives, to remain not only in body and soul It lives in my own one to be! If you could be the guide? That it manages to me to have or if it were a moment yesterday that, still full of pleasing it does not allow to insinuate to me to whom I must belong Samuel Akinin Levy Original author and source of the article..