Sexual ( poesia erotica)

SEXUAL.

What gets you excited? I wondered
while speaking in my ears.
Your tongue?
I replied.

Her tongue kissing my neck
slowly, feverishly
covering it with saliva scratches.

The words from her mouth
were fire in my ears
and her lips!, knives of my flesh
that pierce the same blood.
Blood that boils
blood that flows from the veins
expelling a great heat
directly to the heart
full of passion.

Passion that little by little
turned into a moan.
One above
one below
one inside
one outside.

And both hearts
exhausted
panting but always
moving forward.

And your skin with my skin
fine sandpaper of grains
ecstatic from duty.
Moans everywhere.
Scratches everywhere.
Kisses everywhere.
Salivas everywhere.
Fluids everywhere.
And the rest of our bodies
melted into a single pleasure.