Another Poetry

Dance, music, sex... We are the band to play it, to use our instruments as one, to fuse our bodies into the darkness of our nights. A night even in day, between the black sheets of our bed.

I wait patiently looking through my door and my window. I play, make believe, as my tears that do not exist won't succeed to breathe, if not to hear of you. The darkness breaks, just a sound at the back of my night, nigh to my brain. There you are, no clothes, full soul, standing at my door. Nakedness, bright by your light coming through the window. Cinnamon, the moon, your shape, reflected inside my eyes.

I'll drink to that!

Still, you are, you close your eyes, you let yourself to be caressed, bitten and taken. My toungue pierces your neck and abdomen, my hand destroys your hips and legs while you smile and moan. So much to think, so much to learn, the poetry of taking a woman, to see the sweet child in her eyes. The poetry is in the verse of my hand passing through the valley of your belly and the deepest cave in the south corner of its bounds. Music is in the sound you sang while I bit every part of you... Sex is what is to come, I just need to kiss some more.

What do I have to do? What do I have to do? I know I have it bad for you. I do. But there's nothing in this world I'd rather do, but you. On or under you, to have you and move, to take and enjoy every single second of you.

I want to make love to your existence, drenched in colors of your energy, then masturbate, to the memories. I want to lose myself inside yourself... Until you find me. Confine me, to the freedom of your prision between your legs and mine. Exist in the same space, same time. Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine. Until my body grinds on yours.

Every second is closer as it comes, as my mouth over your ear, my breathe at the back of your head, the thrust giving intensity to the dreams you´ll have after reading this my dear... Cause here at the end, the memories of wet nights come in and out. So back and ford.

Get over here, be over me, dominate my intimacy, dance with my pilar inside of you, sing of pleasure my angel, kiss my lips and try to silence our symphony. Finally you are at ecstasy. My lips are making history upon your skin, your body trembles at infinity and softly but endlessly, your voice just whispers "poetry".

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