Image   I think of you, of what we are, of the dance of two entangled souls, of the flames that ignite our gazes. Of everything we can do together, the storms that will arise in your bed, where the wind

Image   You are a fire burning in my mouth, lips of honey, of provocative lily, your kiss is poison, sweet torture, flame and desire that heals everything. In the shadows, sighs dance, an echo of love,

Image   In my desires you travel, with golden hair and an infinite smile. You are the whisper that slips into the wind, my secret garden, my magical watercolor. Your laughter echoes like the song of dawn,

Image   Kiss me and caress me, as if time had stopped, as if centuries of desire flooded every sigh, every touch of skin, as if my gaze were the beacon that guides your longing. Kiss me with the strength

Image   A kiss is the prelude to a magical night, A caress that pierces the soul, with just a touch, time stands still, A kiss, a whisper of lips, a subtle pact between two hearts, the skin begins to bristle,

Image   Today we are together again, lying on the bed, letting ourselves be carried away by what we feel, by what awakens our soul, by what provokes the touch of a glance, the soft whisper of the enchanted

Image   And I am a lover of your beautiful voice, Sweet melody, caress on my being, Of your beautiful body, the subtle shape, That draws a magical profile in shadows, In your arms I find the most perfect

Image   Losing myself between your lips is like sailing without a destination, It is a dangerous odyssey, a journey without a destination, where every kiss is a storm, and desire is my path. The currents

Image nbsp; I carry you with me, in my soul inside, not so close, but intensely You are a heartbeat that is never silent, constant sigh in this battle. I carry you in the grey afternoons of soft rain,

Image   I am thrilled to see her, touch her and hold her, her laughter is a song that ignites my life, in her eyes shines the light on the path, an eternal beacon of sweet departure. I am thrilled that

Image   I will love you every second of my being, I will be here when you want a hug in the distance, my hand can hold, an invisible bond in inner time. If you need a soul to listen to you, I will be by

Image   I don't write poetry, I make love with my words, that's how selfish I am, that's how I feel it in my veins. They are kisses in every rhyme, whispers that dance and play, my verses are caresses,

Image   Sometimes you are poetry, Other times you are melancholy, a distant echo that settles in the soul. Sometimes you are what keeps me alive, the spark in my veins, the fire that fuels the dreams you

Image   Yesterday my heart asked about you, I couldn't find the words to calm its doubts, I told it that you left in the silent night. It misses your essence in its heartbeat. I told it that your sky had

Image   We seek to look back, worn out, ignoring that the future is offered, with each step forward, promising that the cycle will be broken. Only by moving forward with a new feeling, without repeating

Image   There will be those who remember me fondly, searching their memories for the path where time sweetened the calm. And there will be those who remember me with resentment, marking their hearts with

Image   Sometimes it is not necessary to understand everything, time, wise elder, guides us without haste, giving us truths, in shadows, that are the world. It does not come with answers in the hands of