LA PLUME DE DAVID ALEXANDRE LIEBERMANN

Trembles

The memory of skin
I want to feel your skin,
Beneath my searching hands.
I want to hear your heart,
As my face rests against yours.

My whole body trembles
At the mere thought of you
A sensation long forgotten,
Now waking with a roar.

Seeing you once more
Stirs the sweetest memories:
The dance, the seduction,
On that tender night.

The heat of the game
That pulled us together;
The looks we exchanged
That said it all.

I will cherish those moments
Of wildness and surrender
A fleeting weakness
Born of eternal grace.

20.02.2026

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