Imagino que quieres rozar mis labios lentamente y subir hasta mi boca. imagino lo que deseas y lo que te hace mojarte. ahora tu imagina... imagina que me hace mojarme y venirme imagina lo que haces sentir en mi cuerpo, en la cabitad de la cueva donde cumplo mi condena

I still remember when your impatient fingers played with the buttons on my chest, causing a burst of humidity in that warm and burning place of my intimacy. And when the doves of your restless hands descended to the garden of desire, your mouth seeking to drink the honey of that small ocean where your lips and your restless tongue were lost until they drowned the strength of your interior, shipwrecking in waves of pleasure and moans of passion , dying little by little, skin by skin, in the eternal embrace of love...

To you, extension of my skin, extension of my soul. To you, extension of my body, half of my being. To you, guardian of my dreams, of my thoughts.

I feel your firm hands perch on my white doves, caressing my skin like soft velvet and in my face your breath that burns me, greedily drinking my kisses.

I imagine you want to slowly brush my lips and go up to my mouth. I imagine what you want and what makes you wet. now you imagine... Imagine that it makes me get wet and come Imagine what you make my body feel, in the chamber of the cave where I serve my sentence

I paper over my feelings, I splash them on these four walls, I dissect them, brushstrokes of color to my heart who flees in mourning, because tonight I made love with my shadow and for a moment my silhouette is confused with the moon, I explode inside... and my moans come closer, recognizing myself as a companion in solitude.