I need your touch on my face
Your kisses for ever and ever
On my mind it's your place
In my heart here forever
I need your touch on my hand
Your smile, your happiness
Your absence I don't understand
My anxiety it's my stress
When I'm with you I feel free
I'm always looking for your eyes
Then you're in all I see
We don't care the spies
Because we've that freedom
And the danger is the spice.
Majal-San (post.)
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