Flor dos labios Flower of lips

two drops of mine comes from my tormented forehead, weary by your s comes from the tip of the breast, that i yearn both travel through our naked bodies to the rhythm of our consummated pleasure, guides us in a symphony of love, hugs and passionate kisses, AND BIT BY BIT, slowly, with the same flow of the rivers, and after suffering an massive transformation, they meet each other for the first time in the flower of your lips to be just a drop of sweat between me and you.