Mirela Necula\ The sublime dance in clothes of fire

Mirela Necula

The sublime dance in clothes of fire

Under the small waist you put your spells in a hug! To magnify the thrills like the big world in the horizon! "The wet writing of the body" speaks slowly, echoing! To put in rights the song of vibrated love!

You let yourself be guided by the waltz of free lights! With the endless beauty of the moon that laughs! You float in the telluric rhythm between two dreams! With peace in waterfalls and whispers floating in two universes!

Like a rain that divides the drowry of the grass on the spot! The sublime dance becomes a storm in clothes of fire! You lie on the red carpet with your sweet creation! With the love of the dawn, prayer, urge without measure!

One breast shakes, another smiles questioningly! Calling to the angel is your restless prayer! The face bends, answers the question barefoot! When up, when down, a flower in every flower step!

You are tames by a hand, two, it breathes you fragile! It would like to give you a stylish caress! You are slowly consumed by the reminiscent, fine measure of love! In a moment of wonder when you bend down and smile like a fairy!

In your hands and in time you have a symbol of destiny! That sings wrapped in a robe next to him, next to you! It's like you're not earthy when you vibrate your limbs! And it puts your entire body in the greatest love!

What love would be without you, what would be the kiss! When the roar of the lover ignite little by little! You eclipsed his sky, you put your foot between the fires! When you seduce him with your body, when you drive away his cry through the mists!