my cold fingers warm your fresh skin

your lips are sweetly moistened

as if they wanted to navigate desire

as if I was your underwear, I stop at the root of your legs

I draw soft silhouettes with my tongue

as if I wanted to talk to you with caresses

for a second the yearnings increase, exposing

thighs and hips

my hands take over your silhouette

going by the millimeters

your moans are my guide

fascinated by your body I lose myself in the charisma of your gaze

in the sparkle of your eyes,

in your eyes who scream I love you

a story told between the nakedness of souls

between my sighs and your moans