🌹🧡Your skin is like a sheet of paper
Where it inspires me to capture my
Better kisses and caresses.
Which poet does it in his notebook
You inspire me, make me crazy
Fantasies, realities.
That your back, your neck, your breasts,
Your mouth and your between legs are places
Where my hands reflect caresses
And my lips kisses that draw smiles.
Your back is that blank sheet where
Every night I write a new fantasy
Where every night I start a flight that
To infinity it would take us.
Navigating your body my being is that
Feather and your being that, empty space
Where i write every night
My feelings.
Making love to you is a poem embodied
Of joy, where when emptying our
Bodies we make a nice, poetry.
Poetry is our naked bodies
Giving each other heat, passion and our sexes
Love.
Make love after touring your
Body and dressing it with kisses is a dream
That every night I make reality is a,
Wake up in your wetness.🧡💖💗💞💘💓💕💝
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