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On my skin, your kisses are tattoos,
indelible marks of passion,
in the night the fires are lit,
and unleashes in me the disquiet.
Intense chaos in my thoughts,
by your sweet and burning lips,
in my mind there is only torment,
because in you I am a prisoner.
Your caresses can never be erased,
that have left their mark on my being,
your lips are my only delight,
and on my skin they will remain forever.