IsabelaAndMax

Undress us the eyelids and cheeks, with kisses the corner awaits you: ajar our necks raised to be approached; For your lips slowly run through my shoulders, discovered and now that I open my eyes, look at us and talk

Wake me up like this, with the crispy body with the desire to revolt with the promise of your return with the essence of our wishes, with the hole of your smile with your unattended penalty, with the profusion of our agonies later, I will know how to taste the loneliness of my hours, those that do not understand watches, knowing that I keep inside me all your wet memories

Greed your body, your soft skin slipping into mine. Your skin: Map memorized in greed that lingual pálpito in my outgoing pumping leg inside: ritual-dotter of our instincts, shared saliva, effluvians unison I greed your simple nudity, the decline of breaths, Our lost looks that are sought, your neck open to me, the fragility of that momentary ascension that moves us to the body of the other where we die, again, in life, where we live for a moment, in death