Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Rob Pattinson Vanity Fair 2011

Wear your kisses with me.


learned to kiss you.
Poem


That Saturday night dancing at the
garden
I clung to your waist
apretándote to me.

Suddenly the music stopped ...
so we continued, more
both
will see us out the door.

Once in the village to escape
looks, we take a walk
by enchanted tiles.

In this sweet ride
as I lit flame
took the taste in your mouth
fresh as an apple.

indescribable feeling, taste
keep alive ... I will never forget it
I learned to kiss you.

----------------------------------- Author: Jorge Horacio Richina

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