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

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 want my hands to cover every part of your skin, may my kisses and caresses fill you; I want to awaken the desire that resides in you.

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. Because they can touch the most tender places, because they can feel the delight in your breasts Because they can go down for your perfect abdomen and get to the corner truly exquisite and give you the glory of infinite pleasure.

I am a free boy, and I like to enjoy my body

Pilgrim languages ​​in the insomnia of desire. Thighs desecrated at the passionate tips of the needles. Incongruent spills on ledges dilated of your sex. To the north of your legs unfolded auroras They remind me that a century is a second, that fire is the flame without burning of the moans.

bite me sweetness for your mouth want to be sweet cotton of sugar. Well, don't hesitate welcome me into your lips, sink your teeth, melt me ​​on your tongue and mix me with your saliva because I want to sweeten every your taste bud.

I want to be the reason for your smile, the haven in the storm, the clarity in the dark night, the revelation of your fantasies. I want to be your secret admirer, that in the heat of the day, is satisfied just by looking at you and at night satisfy your fantasies. 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.