Indian summer

Indian summer. The sun strokes the skin with a velvet palm. A ray tickling her eyelashes jumped onto the path Like a bunny. The waves lick the sleepy shore. They whisper something softly to him. And the drops of the sea burn on her Dark skin like pearls. How our breaths merge back together. How the soul sings about happiness As well as a unique moment. Like sand through your fingers, Time silently pours its secrets. Indian summer intoxicates and gives bliss. Indian summer. Lips collect drops. Lips give tenderness to the body. Lips passionately destroy someone's stiffness wall. My heart is beating in a strange rhythm, Sometimes exploding, sometimes dancing. He laughs, pausing, Waiting for a kiss. Every nerve, every cell suddenly flies towards you. You're doing magic with your lips again, Knowing exactly what I'm going to say. You stroke the trembling strings of your skin with Your fingertips. And the waves murmur in the rocks About the love of the forbidden room. How Our breaths merge back together. How the soul sings about happiness. As well as a unique moment. Like sand through your fingers, Time silently pours its secrets. Indian summer intoxicates. And gives bliss. Indian summer. Indian summer