those who play with the veiled luminaries of this cold city,
so lonely and empty,
our bodies reacted to the subtle signs of our thirst for company,
want fervent and nervous,
meet with the warmth of the agitated cadence of your breath on my chest,
So lethargic from monotonous routine,
to begin to feel how slowly your waist starts the dance,
little by little,
finding the rhythm between your legs and mine,
triggering explosive impulses in the bodies,
as if our veins were going to explode to the beat of our hearts,
who find the cadence of exciting meat,
and the insinuating and daring dance,
seductive,
approaching us subtle and unstoppable,
desperate streams of pleasures are released in the skin,
sensations known to two veterans of endless battles,
lost between sheets,
but never so vivid,
so exultant,
so moving,
two loneliness desperate for the pleasure of feeling,
even though it is not,
the palliative of a fleeting spring caress,
that ended up opening the flowers of lust in a burst of warm watersheds,
that will flood our privacy in waterfalls of joy,
Pleasures of pleasure sprout, bathing our eyes,
who stare at each other starving for lust,
the doors open to the paradise of your honey and my manhood thirsty for your sweet sap,
is ready to drink from your deep spring,
I want to roll by the folds of the bed linked to your arms,
hot chains that leave burning and sweet wounds on my skin,
I want to explore the secrets of your sex,
letting myself be carried by the senses,
for your frantic and rhythmic dance,
until you feel that instant
it can no longer be postponed,
and let us burst out by quenching our thirst with the warm nectar that flows compulsively and intoxicating our flowered sexes ...