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I will become your sin,
in whispers you'll find me,
I'll haunt your mind, like a shadow
that never leaves.
I'll take with me the modesty
and the sanity that embraces you,
in front of the world I'll be the rumour
that in intimacy always passes.
With each ethereal and slow touch,
we'll undress what they hide,
the glances full of breath,
the secrets that the soul answers.
We will wake up in the mist,
where time dresses in calm,
and in the warmth of our pen
we will write the notes of the soul.
I will become your desire,
in the echo of a soft pleasure,
and in every instant, without detour,
I will invite you to lose yourself too.