JessieXCarter

Your burning gaze, your feline walk, your hands like hot roses, your heart at night and summer, emerge from its retirement, source of shady insomnia, illusion, delirium of unconscious wings, to be fertile land in spring and destination of my unnamed ships, murky sailboats that ascend softly and slowly by the eternal sore of your abyss. And I dress in storms, intoxicated with pilgrim dreams to conquer your arrogant battlements with my claws wrapped in soft clusters to address and make your tronera to be a nail and meat with you on this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of fuss and wet deliveries, of sweet arms and hugs in precipice, which with passion sinks and burs Fill the emptiness of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine.

You arise from the telluric moment in which as a wind in the roots you move me, agitated me, bless me, you choose me in your idyllic torment. And I do not expect more signal, I present my simple credentials, without nuances and I give myself to your games with slips to be you all or your fragment. I tremble and my voice breaks upset when I ardes sweetly in my lap, you kill me of desire kiss, and I am only human, in every yearning, in every fury, in every hug I make me God, my goddess, I confess it.

I want to be, the reason for your smile, the backwater in storm, clarity at dark night, the breakdown of your fantasies. I want to be, your secret admirer, the one that in the heat of the day, forms just to look at you and at night he satiates your fantasies. I want to be, the one who writes poems to your lips and your mouth, your vehemente longing, to the humidity of your skin. I want to be, your placid tiredness, who wakes up your desires and wet your wishes, the furtive lover ... your faithful partner.