MY FEMININE BEDROOMA Poem by Mary FiorattiMy feminine bedroom has my favorite perfume my hairbrush my body cream a perfumed lingerie with sachets of dream In my feminine bedroom room lives the twilight of my desires a story in every detail untidy sheets misplaced pillows an essence of my innocence In my feminine bedroom I keep my moments in every corner of the wall they are imaginary frames where I'm watching it in silence knowing them by heart and closed eyes In my feminine bedroom trace of spread tenderness in my teddy bear a piece of belief in the Bible that rests on my nightstand In my feminine bedroom there is the beacon of our eyes penetrating deeply in the tunnel of our desires in nights of love and passion digits printed in our bodies in endless trips with our mouths and our hands Mary Fioratti © 2011 Mary FiorattiReviews
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StatsAuthorMary FiorattiOHAboutMy real name is "Maria Ines", some people call me Mary or Maria. I am originally from Brazil, and I have lived in USA for 20 years. I live each day as the last. Breath life. Love people. Always in .. more..Writing
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