undress me, tie the night to my eyes, Today I want to be blind, Today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, drink from your thighs a breath of life and wet everything, and get everything wet.

I want to be the one who writes poems to your lips and your mouth, to your vehement desires, to the moisture of your skin. I want to be, your placid tiredness, the one that awakens your desires and he wets your desires, the stealthy lover... your faithful companion.

Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room... your sighs in my bed. Let me turn off these cravings in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nakedness; drink from your fountain… eat from your table.

I imagine you want to slowly brush my lips and go up to my mouth. I imagine what you want and what makes you wet. now you imagine... Imagine that it makes me get wet and come Imagine what you make my body feel, in the chamber of the cave where I serve my sentence

Taste me sweetness and eagerly you eat me, consume me, devour me, as if The forbidden fruit, the apple of sin.

I envy the hands that caress your body, because they can go up for your shoulders and neck with divine caresses and get tangled in your hair.

I looked at your hands and made up stories of flutters on my breasts, of very soft friction between my thighs. Instantly petals and feathers flocked in an unexpected rain to wet my senses. I learned this way to be eternally thirsty for honeycombs, while I looked at your hands. Reared up my desire was tangled between your fingers while a warm sea I was bathing in a windless dawn.

I never thought a fire on my skin would be so wet…I never thought I would want to burn so badly.