Fetiche o narcisismo, espejos y otros reflejos

Do you know what I like about a mirror? (Fragment. Author Extasis Azul)

To imagine your hands tracing my body;
seeing myself sitting on top of you;
nourishing your sex;
hugging each other's lips every morning;
looking at myself possessing and dominating you,
capturing you, weaving in your belly,
figures of dissolved moisture in those zones...
that don't know limits,
those that only a whisper of my reserved desires,
bring back to life by a continuation,
more adhesion to a palpable, humid, perfumed story...
the sensation of fullness, joy,
spiritual pleasure of being with the most sublime part of my fantasies...