AnaWinslow

I don't need to see you naked to know what you want. Your eyes already run through each part of me as if your hands would like to follow them. You approach and the world is reduced to your mouth brushing mine, as if love was born just there, at that moment where the kiss is not yet kiss, but since it burns. Nake me slowly, not only clothes, but the soul. Make me feel that making love with you is also an act of faith, of delivery, of infinity.

Your voice, like a silk whisper sliding down my neck, makes me close my eyes and open the doors of all my senses. Don't touch me, let me imagine. Your breathing behind my ear, your hands still in pause, and I, trembling and for what I know will come. You make desire a slow dance, a caress that begins without even starting, and when you finally take me, it is not just skin that rubs, is all that I am what is delivered.

My body awaits you as a flower in the early morning: still closed, but full of dew, trembling in the sun. I think and my skin prepares as who remembers the exact way in which your lips go down, the rhythm with which your fingers discover me. But more than that, I long for the way you look at me later, when I have already fallen into all your chasms and you hug me as if loving were the only way to survive.

What I feel for you is not just desire. It is the art of wishing you with tenderness. I want to touch you how something fragile is played, although I know that you and I are all fire. I want to kiss you without hurry, with silent words on each lip. I want love to take us while we make pleasure an act of care, delivery, home. Because with you sex is more than bodies: it is skin with history, looks that speak, and groans that say: "I love you, also here."

You know how to turn me on without even rubbing. Your gaze is already a fire, your voice, an invisible finger that goes slowly by my back. You make me imagine the pressure of your lips where no one else has kissed. And when, finally, you approach and touch me, it is as if the world goes out so that your body only exists on mine. We make love as if we had a lifetime to die together again and again between caresses and sighs.