I will reduce my thoughts in you and dilute that feeling that has remained in the constancy of time, along with that effect produced by the desire to have you and to quench the sexual thirst that my mouth asks for your skin.
I persistently pursue the idea of forgetting that silhouette that your body captivates in my eyes, that movement that hips produced by your walk, as well as the friction of the wind with the sea that gives rise to the waves.
I imagine you without the clothes that adorn the beauty of being a female and in my plan to defer those thoughts for you, I continue with that insatiable desire to have you one day.
I will approach to forget you when I stop contradicting myself and that you do not appear to give me those kisses that taste sweet marshmallows, which controls the impetuosity of getting you out of my mind
