ValeriJoness

Your skin does not know that mine is waiting, that the night is complicit in my silence, and that there is a sigh in each shadow that pronounces your name without voice. Your back, a map that I want to go with the slowness of a contained desire, is a verse that is barely insinuated and the fingertips set fire. Let me be the wind that brings your neck, the echo of a caress yet. I need nothing more than the edge of your breath to lose myself in the promise of your mouth.

There is a tremor that is born in your distance, a soft tide that rises in my chest when your steps touch the border where the air ends and the fire begins. It gives that the imaginary friction is more real than any skin, deeper than any groan. Because when you approach, the whole body becomes an ear, and I hear, inside me, the prelude to a nameless symphony.

Undad with your eyes is not an act, it is a slow, ritual ceremony, where each garment is a poem, and each fold, a secret revealed to the skin. There is something sacred in not touching you yet, to let the wait be caress, and that time between us melts like a candle among sighs. You are in front of me, and there is no longer clothes or distance, only the desire that you learn to walk with your eyes closed.

Your lips have not kissed me, and yet I feel them as a promise in the neck, like a touch between the thighs of the air. You speak, and language fades. Your voice does not say, hint. And I am all ears, every skin that listens. Do you know that there are kisses that hurt more than the absence? They are the ones who do not occur. Those who want with their eyes.

We drink slowly, like a wine that does not swallow, but is savored between tongue and throat. Your laughter wets my mouth, and your fingers, still still, are already walking by my back with the daring of thought. Is it a sin to imagine you like this, so close, so inside, when I haven't even touched your soul?

For me, the ideal man is someone who respects me, listens to me, and makes me feel safe. I like him to have a sense of humor, to be ambitious, but also humble. I value a strong sense of goal-setting, affectionate, and good communicator. He doesn't have to be perfect, but he does have to be authentic, attentive, and supportive of my dreams. Someone with whom I can laugh, grow, and share real moments.

From your mouth I received pleasure in its entirety. It seduced me without insisting, I just let myself go. Your lips kissed everything within reach, passing by my ear, abdomen and what ………….. barbarity. I enjoy the wide dimension of your silent mouth and when it comes to friction, no one closes it, nothing calms it, your anxiety to drink my lubricant excites me, your craving captivates me, just like your legs in the …………..air. Grab you wherever I can, be sovereign in your skin just as you bite me, bite you too, my hands on your hips should always have been, me inside your entrails, screaming until I finish.