KathePalmer

There is a fire in the distance of your shadow, a flame that does not cry out, but that burns, that slowly slides across the skin of silence and transforms each moment into a gentle abyss..

It's not haste that I feel, but a firm, constant, inevitable throbbing, like the night when it decides to stay and envelop everything in its mystery..

Your presence cannot be touched. It is perceived, like the air before a storm, like the invisible whisper that disturbs the calm and awakens the senses..

There is no innocence in what is born, but there is also no fault, only a truth that asserts itself as the desire to approach without measure.

And in this game without rules or names, where time dissolves into intensity, each second becomes a universe that revolves solely around two presences..

There's no rush, but there's also no pause. Only a rhythm that builds at the border between what is and what could be..

If it's a mistake, let no one correct it. If it's a risk, let no one stop it..

I. The Prelude of Twilight

Finally, night descends, draped in black velvet.,

And in the dark shadow where the last night dies,

I perceive your body as a profane secret.,

A land of ecstasy where time is desecrated..

Your eyes are two embers in the dark silence.,

Your breath is a shiver on the wall's paper..

My hand, hesitant, begins a slow journey.,

Gentle and shy lines etched on the hollow of your face.,

Then slide towards the curve where your white neck falls asleep.,

Where the pulse quickens a dazzling rhythm.

II. The Fire of the Flesh

Underwear gives way, silk surrenders.

The boundary of flesh that your grace gives me.

My lips trace paths on your skin.,

Secret archipelagos under the fire of my hands..

Your sighs are waves, a half-whispered song.,

Each caress weaves a trap beneath your fingers..

My breath on your throat is a burning ember.,

I drink from your chest a pure and captive water..

The reins loosen gently under my light weight.,

In this vast, empty ocean where we are going to swim.

III. The Summit of Desire

In the bed, transformed into a blaze of dawn.,

Every millimeter of you still demands something..

Drops of sweat, clear like a necklace of flowers.,

Our bodies are two torrents melted into heat..

Short-lived agreements, chills that reach a dizzying height.,

Pleasure unfolds like a flower on its stem..

Your warm fingers sink into the hollow of my bare back.

, Seized by a dizziness never before experienced.

. The storm rises, and the world fades away.,

Of us, only this ardent grace remains..

IV. Calm and Night

Then, calm returns in the shadow of the undergrowth.,

Gray, breathless, trembling with a thousand emotions..

The wave broke in a shower of sparks.,

And finally, we float beneath eternal nights..

Your sleeping face rests on my heart.,

In the sleepy embrace of a gentle warmth.