AllisonBossi

You provoke a hurried riding of my beats; you cause my soul to turn on, and skin yearned for yours, you provoke the course of my body only with your presence, you, only you lack my senses..

with my fornic letters your mind as my body would. You read me, you think about me and react your body. You feel my hands going through you, desecrating your breasts, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feeding on the juices that you distil just to imagine that it's me who possesses you. And you offer me to me, and in your mind I have you. Even only with these letters I make mine and so much desire.

Tonight I left the window open so that my thoughts will fly, and I drew suns in the night sky to illuminate your steps upon arrival. And we wove tremors in your flowers and in your veins, I undressed you from time to break, I drank light the poison of your parallel legs And in the sea of ​​your hips I was captain. I murmured ardores and vigils, I was sentry, In the wounded my name was talismán, poor dam of your mouth so hungry, Sincere sample of this dark guardian. I painted your lips, your hives, Your scented corners of white I built promises with storm chip And for your body, like the wind, I got carried away.

Far from satisfying my desires In madness I show me, It's torture that amazes me It's hungry that devours me, cell where I find your smile, Nostalgic shadow hunter, You run away when you approach, You approach when you are rabid, And in my ghostly rose kisses You blan out, you turn on alone, and you steal my bones Old Bear in zeal A hug and a defeat, alms of hollow kisses, beats that fall out, dream of sleep that quickly arrives and implores me that melts me in your naughty mouth, to go through you in this hour in which you are my prey And I your carnivorous presence, Your voracious goddess predator.

You are the writer who has magic in the hands and on Luna Nights it fills me with his white ink, while slowly opens my memoirs The one that caresses every centimeter of my leaves, which is immersed in each verse, in each stanza, the one that sighs in each line, the one that savors my words The one who without fear kisses my mistakes, the one who delicately embraces my studs, who licks my points and commas being soaked by the fresh elice of my story

A slow bleach tranable even the most perfidious beauty until the mystery of the inner flesh a blind man chain to the life in the midst of secret humidity pretending marine creature or maybe demon an angel accomplices sweet and sad a ing chained a fierce agonize between the imprecise and virgin light Lips and eyes closed but open lost flourished.

I was, in a rhythmic and feline step to sweet, agile or rude advances, with some animal and divine the dancer with bare feet. His skirt was the skirt of the roses, in his breasts there were two shields.. Constelled of cases and things.. The dancer with bare feet. Delirees of the breasts were lowered towards the sunk pearl of the navel, and initiated obscene purposes Strawberry sugars and fig honey. On one side of the gestatory chair there were my jesters and my mute... And it was all Selene and Anactoria The dancer of bare feet!

Come, tempt me to be fire for your body. Make me so that my hands travel your skin and feel the desire in which our bodies burn. You will feel my lips on your neck, my hands on your breasts, the erection that you provoke when hearing as sighs of desire. I tempt me.

Oma my pages one by a read me with your mouth lower with your fingers on my back open my leaves touch my page examine my texts i drunk my story take me your favorite book and don't stop until the end read me strongly gently at dusk with daylight but my reader always read me.

You provoke a hurried riding of my beats; you cause my soul to turn on, and skin yearned for yours, you provoke the course of my body only with your presence, you, only you lack my senses..