Your lips soft and were sweetened

The door was closed again by scraping the ground. Letting filter the lighting sun this insane idea. To kiss you in the hot air of this end of morning. Passed to stroll while wishing to skim you. In one small hour the fresh odor. With this light wind which made us good. We walked, we dreamed with in me the desire for taking your hand.  Solidified by this fear of too quickly posing the point of the end. The risk to do everything to miss. The bet to launch out. In me, this desire burned for attracting you. Without knowing if you did feel it?  Until the moment to penetrate in the abandoned vault. The door was closed again by scraping the ground. Letting filter the lighting sun this insane idea. To kiss you in the hot air of this end of morning. Your lips soft and were sweetened. With the taste of these honey drops which we had divided. Other memories were added. Extinguishing little by little the sun without similar of this beautiful day. The winter succeeding the summer without managing to sweep. This magic moment where you stuck yourself. In the given up vault, I am turned over. The door was closed again by scraping the ground. Letting filter the lighting sun this insane idea. What steals in this place the heart of our happy day.