Poemchallenge by @margaretwise; Passionate Secrets.

I let myself be carried in the current by which your voice is prolonged by stealing my soul ...

captivating nature of the horizon of your skin,

hiding you pose like as a rose that is loved,

with sweet and delicate gestures.

They were flights of a look of astonishment the unfathomable brightness,

of a moon in our agitated bodies,

where your voice called me as wanting to steal my soul.

It was the day when an indiscreet return changed the scene

after painting you behind your caresses.

My memory does not look away,

that beautiful enclosure.

Nor does it deaf the sounds in the midst of colors that never fade

nor does he get tired in sighing beats made of reveries ...