Massa Poema

Every press is an inch closer
Every touch in getting deeper
The scent that embraces it's surrounding
Provoke my inner moaning

I Dreamt For A Second

I look into your eyes staring our dreams
Wishing every kiss would longer as it seems
As I hold your arms and touch your hair
I want to grab and hold your body near

My Spotless Mind

The world seems so right and true
The cute clouds and the sky so blue
The picture of you in my mind is true
Thus, I can’t stop thinking of you