Her memory follows me five steps away
I write her look because I can't see her
much less touch her, I forget her presence
her aroma, her fragrance can envelop me
She follows me her memory five steps away
the taste of her kisses the rose of her skin
hearing her voice agitates me becomes a trap
into which I can easily fall again
With my five senses I have a daily struggle
with those five steps that I would not like to take
and I will ask my eyes to look at her again
I will avoid my hands from seeing her caress
with my five senses...
His memory follows me
five steps away
the taste of his kisses
the rose of his skin
hearing his voice makes me agitates
it becomes a trap
into which I can easily fall again
With my five senses I have a daily struggle
with those five steps that I would not like to take
because if I hear her again, lick her or look at her
if I sense her aroma or taste her honey
I will lose myself in her arms
and when I kiss her lips I will love her again.

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