The needle of your tongue
Touching my palate
The embulization of your skin
And my tremulous flesh that does not stop dancing
To the sound of your whispers
Whispers that are usually broken
In the highest points
When our Spring is overflowing ... Of Desires.
Our inaccurate symmetry
Find the perfect harmony
When our hands usually urgar
The unleashed temperature
And the field of its humidity
And like cracked walls
The Gemido usually searches
Your space and your time
And it is time to Desire and Play.
We surrender to Sex
And with Love we usually color
the satisfaction of receiving and delivering ... Desires.
And the mill of your belly
And the drop on my forehead
They lower from the highest this reverie
While the restlessness of our languages
Open our bodies like a flower does
And in a complicity we prepare ourselves in that penetration
Where we are no longer two bodies
But only one
Playing Sex and Love
All our sheets are moved
Of our naked bodies
And once reached the Climax
We were satisfied and dumb
Contemplating the magic
What passion produces
That wraps us in its flame
And it is the inspiration of these ... Desires.
Dancing on our skin
Digging your flavor and your honey
Unbuttoning the Sunrise ... With our Desires.
Pedro Manuel
