NickyBernad

I want your kisses to kneel my demons, I want to be a slave to your most secret desires

❤️Your skin as soft as a satin cloth I brush with my fingertips, I put them in your mouth, you moisturise them and they come in to give you pleasure; soft, slow and then increase the speed. I stop and kiss you, I feel your sighs and the desire for something more, I penetrate you once more, I feel your nails on my back, I hear the whispering moans in my ears, I get excited, I love you more. And more. I want to finish, we can do it together…. And we got to the top, I discovered a little more of paradise as it rained inside..❤️

❤️I want my hands to run through every part of your skin, my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken desire within you. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be the one you like, the one that makes you sigh. The one who fulfills your womanly desires ❤️

❤️You lay me down and I feel like your wet sex is wrapping around my dick. You move with gentle movements as your breasts scream for my kisses. I'm betraying them while your pelvis accelerates its movement. I can feel your penis contracting. Your moans are increasing. I feel you come to orgasm and I burst, you silence my moans joining your lips to mine. ❤️

❤️I want to kiss your desires, touch your thoughts, drink the words, eat the vices and draw caresses on your skin with my sighs. I want to love you to the core, think of you even if it's in dreams and slowly sigh my love. ❤️ Passionate love poem. Why did life put you so far away and so impossible? Why didn't your eyes meet my smile sooner? Why the best is always the forbidden?. ❤️

❤️So I denied to the wind that I still think of you in the sea your taste, in the night your smell. My mouth betrays me, I can't refuse your kisses. My mouth betrays me here I think of your mouth, remembering our game of looks, hoping you'll want to drink my cravings again. Here I wait for your mouth like waiting for the sun after winter. ❤️

❤️ Love and passion, lust and desire, Burning nights of passion, Burning soul fire that burns, passion to consume, I want you to call me on fire completely There is nothing sweeter than this burning and forbidden passionate love, Full of lust and desire. Kiss my body, run my skin, make me hug, burn me completely ❤️

❤️To survive I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow to my bow, like a stone to my sling. But the time for revenge is coming, and I love you. Body of skin, foam, eager and firm milk. Oh, the glasses on his chest! Ah, the eyes of absence! Ah, pubic roses! Ah, your slow, sad voice! My wife's body, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my boundless desire, my indecisive path! Dark channels where eternal thirst continues, and continuous tiredness, and infinite pain. ❤️

❤️ Writing a poem is like orgasm: the ink stains as much as the semen, and sometimes it also hooks more. There are, however, afternoons when I use words. I bite her breasts and her agile legs, lift her skirts with my fingers, look at them from below, do the usual and, despite everything, I see: nothing happens! César Vallejo said it well: I say it and I don't run. But he hid ❤️

❤️We are much more than two and because of your sincere face and your wandering step and your tears through the world because you are people I love you and because love has no aura no frank morality and because we are a couple who knows that they are not alone I love you in my paradise that is to say that in my country people live happily even if you don't have permission if I love you it is because you are my love, my accomplice and And on the street, side by side, we are much more than two. ❤️

❤️And I felt your hands run through my being and touch my soul, every moment was wonderful, your sensational seduction that made me delirious because you never touched me physically, it was just watching you go through my body impatiently as if you were watching. For something lost, like a precious treasure ❤️.

❤️ My heart is satisfied with your breasts. For your freedom, my wings are enough. From my mouth will reach heaven what was asleep in your soul. It's in you the illusion of every day. You come like dew to the corollas. You undermined the horizon with your absence. Forever running like a wave. I said you sang in the wind like pine trees and like masts. Like them, you're tall and quiet. ❤️

❤️ I don't know, I don't care if women have breasts like magnolias or like raisins with figs; a peachy complexion or sandpaper. I don't care if they wake up with aphrodisiac breath or insecticide breath. I'm perfectly capable of holding a nose that would win first prize at a carrot show; but yes! - and in this I am irreducible. ❤️

❤️Come, I invite you into my life, I want to hear the sweet melody of your voice in my room.. Your sighs in my bed. Let me satiate these impulses in your body, I want to ecstasy with your nakedness; drink from your fountain.. eat at your table. I want my hands to run through every part of your skin, my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken desire inside you. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be who you please, who makes you sigh.. Who satisfies your desire for a woman. ❤️

❤️I envy the hands that caress your body, for they can rise to your divine caresses by your shoulders and neck and tangle in your hair. Because they can touch the most tender places, because they can feel the delight of your breasts, because they can descend through your perfect abdomen and reach the truly exquisite corner and give you glory with infinite pleasure. Because I know in advance how far away you are. I want these hands!❤️

❤️ I'm thinking of you. Skin to skin. I breathe the scent of your body as I feel your hands caressing me. I feel them running through me warming up their touch. Our lips meet. You eat me. I'll eat you. Our tongues play. We both came out. My hands are looking for your breasts that are trapped in my chest. My playful fingers on your nipples make your lips moan.❤️

❤️ Your saliva is bathing my palate. You're in me like wood on a stick. I can't love him anymore, with this thirst he burns me with this burning thirst the solitude, his crows, his dogs, his pieces.❤️

❤️ Strip my eyelids and cheeks, with kisses The corner awaits you: open-ended I lifted my neck to be approached; through your lips slowly it runs my shoulders, bare And now that I open my eyes, look at me and we'll talk ❤️

❤️The soul burns with these embers that love you. The living body of fire that must burn your body. I'm thirsty for infinity. Thirst that seeks your thirst. And it is destroyed in it like water in the fire.. ❤️

I'm thinking about your penis. Simplifying my heart, I think of your sex, in front of the mature child of the day. I touch the joy button, it's ripe. And an old feeling dies degenerate in brains - I think of your sex, a furrow more prolific and harmonious than the womb of the shadow, though death conceives and gives birth to God Himself. O Consciousness, I think, yes, of the free brute who loves where he wants, where he can. - Oh darling, scandal of twilight. Oh silent roar.

It's not your sex I'm looking for in your sex, but to dirty your soul: to deflower with all the mud of life what you have not yet lived.

And you tell me that your breasts are defeated from waiting for me, that your eyes hurt from having them empty of my body, that you have lost even the touch of your hands, of feeling this absence in the air, that you forget the heat. The size of my mouth..

I still remember when your impatient fingers played with the buttons on my chest, causing a moisture explosion in this hot, searing place of my intimacy..

It is every fold an irreverent demon that uncovers and covers you, without showing you in your full splendor, and I must enjoy you in intermittent slow process.

True love often consists of trying to teach someone how to be the best version of themselves..

Come sleep with me. We won't make love, love will make us😋💘

Sensuality is the prerogative of women and pleasure of men.😳

I'm so looking forward to enjoying the sensuality I feel with you..💥🥵

My tactics are to learn mirror while we want to love you as yourself my tactics are to talk to you and listen to you to build with words an indestructible bridge😍

Your hands, put everyday chords you want because you have the hand to work for justice if you want, it's because yours my love, my accomplice and everything and on the street side by side we are much more just two.

The miles are long and far, but my love for you will never go away. My heart will continue strong and true, steadfast in my love for you. You should never worry or fear, my love is only for you dear. It hurts to be so far away from you, but a love like ours will survive. Keep holding on a little longer, our love will keep growing in strength.

Until our last kiss, goodbye. I didn't know hearts could fly but mine did fly away with you that day.. distance. How little I thought about it, until you had to leave that day.. But in that moment I could feel that distance was heavy, hard and real.. I didn't know the heart fibers were tied up and so intertwined inside.. Until you sent me the last smile when you had to leave that day.. I never thought that the weather could seem so cold and cruel that it could make me scream. See you after the long hours, after you're gone.. How my heart cried till dawn. Now I'm just holding out till the moment, when our sweet love song together loudly we both sing it and just as in love, our hearts will sing.

Until our last kiss, goodbye. I didn't know hearts could fly but mine did fly away with you that day. Keep your distance. How little I thought about it, until you had to leave that day. But in that moment, I could feel that distance was heavy, hard, real. I didn't know the heart fibers were tied up and so intertwined inside. Until you sent me the last smile when you had to leave that day..

When it comes to your caresses, I feel like a hungry man at a banquet..

There is no greater love than forbidden love. The lawful is not pleasing to me, the forbidden excites my desire.

Nothing more stimulating to my body than to feel your warm skin burning with deep desire. We will give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest and we will always be happy. Conscience is not the voice of nature, but only the voice of prejudice.…

Eroticism is a private game in which only the self and the ghosts and the players can participate, and whose success depends on its secret nature, impervious to public curiosity.

At the same time the other hand gently separated his legs and began to climb the old path that he had so often walked in the dark.

Orgasm is the great eater of words. It only allows moaning, howling, the subhuman expression, but not the word..

Orgasm is the great eater of words..

It only allows moaning, howling, the subhuman expression, but not the word.

Kiss me, bite me, treat me a little, with affection.

Make me moan and don't stop until you see me tremble, understood?

¿What do you prefer? A good night kiss or a good night kiss?

Orgasm is the great eater of words..

It only allows moaning, howling, the subhuman expression, but not the word.

If you get in my dreams, don't be surprised what I do in them.