Little by little between awake and asleep, I try not to think about my desire and my misery, however the touch of your hand on my skin falls, falls into a duel that I do not want to think about but my soul looks for you, my thought consumes me, like touching you again?
My skin excited and my throat nervous, remember that beginning when I felt you for myself for a second. I curse that moment because I want it to be eternal. I curse that moment because I want it to be a story, and not just a fragment. I curse that moment because since it happened I am not calm, and I think of you as fast and constant as you breathe, I almost remember your smell, and not even say that I can smell in the breeze your hair, so I decide to imagine you, I decide to feel your eyes in my eyes, your mouth without being able to escape mine, your tremulous breath because like me you curse that day.
Maybe everything is my imagination, maybe it's only in my head, my self and the burning, virulent desire, maybe this story can only be told in my dreams, but here you are, in my subconscious mind, I can undress slowly, here I can take your hands, and take them to my hips, I can give rein to this fantasy, I can put evil and softness on my part, here it is not bad that I can touch you, that I feel your breath with an overwhelming desire, that I can dominate you and take you to the bottom, that I can seduce you and bite you until you forget your name, that you be my audience and I your show, that leaves you speechless because you only want to have me.
I want to explode your dirtiest desire, I want to kiss you until my lips hurt, to be able to play slowly and with violence with you, that in your eyes of lust only I see myself reflected but the problem is that only in my mind and only here, I could combine my passion with you with a feeling that in reality I cannot say, only in this reality, it hurts to have everything, the desire, the love and you!
