Told him:
— Do you want to be the queen of a world?
— What?
— If you're mine, you're going to be the queen of our world.
He said as he passed his hand, on his back, shoulders and hair, she gave up, she wanted to be his at that time, and for all eternity.
He traveled all over his body in a loving way, kissed her lips with such tenderness that in his stomach he felt like the butterflies that were dead revived.
It took her to madness, her fingers wrapped around her with such delicacy that she finally opened her eyes and realized that she was always a work of art but everyone did not appreciate it,
is that after so much time having sex,
Finally someone came to make love to him,
that he would run his fingers over the edges of his almost dying soul.
She felt loved in every way possible
even when I held her tight,
when he took off her clothes and pressed her body against his.
I felt that fire was love overflowing,
It was passion exhaling from the room to the bathroom.
It did not matter if they made a brothel out of bed,
the soaked blankets, the sweaty bodies
It seemed I was driving her crazy.
In the coming and going of the bed she thought: My God!
He wondered what he wanted.
And the more he asked, the more he did.
He made her queen of his world
he crowned her with a kiss on the forehead
while it made her legs tremble.
He spoke to her, always next to his ear: my love!
What sweet love!
HE is a damn, he said to himself.
She was his majesty that night
because when it's done with love
there are no defects
You are not afraid
no fear of after.
She learned from that time
that she is a queen,
and a queen for her own world.
