My dreams meet yours
In the intimate depth of your being;
Under that ecstatic spell
Of your woman's aroma.
My hands play restless on your back
Planning the route my kisses take
You, feline and insinuating,
Invite me to take what is mine
To the encounter of wet intimacies
To the concert of friction and moans.
A magical language dominates us;
Without words, every whim guides us.
And you fall on me ...
While I sink in your body
Without fear of the deep
Without thinking about the time.
An infinite pleasure in the warm slope
Desecrated by my upright instrument.