my wishes fly like butterflies and land on your kisses

you smell of happiness, roses and petals before opening to the blue sky

I run every morning in the hot dew of a fantasy

burning with cravings for my tongue to taste your sweet skin

I burn in the thirst to travel around your soul

to see the stars in the gray morning

kissing you my hands lose control

they go all over your body, sink in your secrets

biting the feelings, I taste you like you're a plum

my words as your intentions recover the wild and lustful

we pronounce our names as if the echo is calling us

we don't stop caressing each other as we spill in pleasure

we remain perched, we make of the day, night.