She speaks of lost loves and new desires, the loneliness that comes in the shade, and the hot kisses sliding down the bodies in a burning caress! She speaks of nights of love and obscene words in happy hours, when the bodies meet and leave nothing when they leave; it's hours, where delight, mouths, hand and caresses awaken memory and soft skin! She knows that I love her, that I desire her hot kisses, her curved body on the verge of perfection that my fingers want to travel without fear of slipping through every inch of this divine painting with the signature of sin written in my eyes, admired through the completely stripped curtain wiping every desired point of her body with a movement of invitation to the gods of love that lodges the fire of passion in my flesh wanting her like an erupting volcano, awakening, merging into one body---mine and hers, bathed in sweat.
