Mi-e dor, mi-e dor, mi-e…

Mi-e dor de asternutul cald,
Cu flori de primavara,
Mi-e dor de trupu-ti dezgolit
Si vreau sa-l mangai iara.

Mi-e dor de buzele-ti fierbinti
Ce-mi sarutau fiinta,
Mi-e dor de clipa cand in ochi
Ti se-aprindea dorinta.

Mi-e dor de mana ta grabita
De nara frematanda,
Mi-e dor de ceasul din perete
Ce sta mereu la panda.

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