Satin Belt

Robe to toe. Just one barrier.
For your hands---a satin belt.
I bend forward, revealing a
swollen pale pink nipple.


Smiling eyes moving towards……
A strip of fabric---a thin magnet.
It will fall to the floor. I'll
straighten my little shoulders.


Your skin will brighten your hand. Drawn by the funnel of
Desire, you will turn my world upside down with your
favourite movement like a child:
You cling to my pampered chest.


And suddenly the laws of
Conventions become unimportant. On the white sheets,
your will with the curiosity of lovers
Finds out the limits of pleasure.


And, apparently among all the possible truths, you will
find the essence. Happy smile!
And to the pride of your shy brush, I
hesitated, gently touched it.


You will die for a moment, but I dare, slip my
lips into the abyss of solitude,
And warm with a special tenderness........
Unrestrained male nature.


A welcome moment! In the silence of solitude
Indiscreet caress will take me to prison,
Holding gently by the knees, a
flower in my depths will bloom.


And the old rhythm in a new way will open the
Beginning of life, a wonderful ritual.
The breath will block the excess of feelings
And the world will become immensely small for us.


I'll bury myself in your chest like a contented cat,
And enjoying the song in unison of the
Hearts of lovers, with a small hand I will
squeeze the belt raised from the floor.......