CassiBell

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..

The Velvet Hours

The air is heavy with the scent of our secret desires, The curtain trembles slightly under a subtle breath. In the soft twilight where the world fades away, There is no more time, there is no more space. Your eyes are promises where I come to lose myself, Before our two bodies decide to bite.

You whisper my name as if it were a secret, A golden lament that breaks the silence. Your fingers seek mine, intertwining with fervor, To guide my caress to the center of your warmth. And the slow unveiling of our intertwined skin Becomes the only law we have ever known..

My hand glides, light, along your shoulder, The shiver that awakens is a first check. I trace the contours of your chest, which beats, At the suspended rhythm of each of my steps. Each millimeter is a new kingdom, Where the skin becomes queen under the sky of the atom..

The Storm and the Silk

Then the rhythm accelerates, tenderness ignites, The kiss becomes hunger, the sigh becomes ecstasy. The curve of your back under the effort of the assault, Is an arc of light in the midst of chaos. We are two sailors on a sea of silk, Carried away by the waves, drunk on our own law..

Your breasts swell, filling my gaze, but my mouth follows the movement. In this enclosed sanctuary where everything is movement. The velvet of the night tears open for a moment, Under the cry of pleasure, magnificent and burning, Where our beings merge, losing their boundaries, In the pure blaze of the sacred matter..

The Awakening of the Waves

The calm slowly returns, like a low tide, Leaving on our two bodies a divine trace. Sweat and light and shadow mixed on the sheets, I fall asleep nestled in the curve of your two arms. My heart still vibrating with this sweet madness, Like a precious secret that the night illuminates..