Contemplarte desnuda

I'd like to contemplate you naked like the moon, your skin opening up in darkness, your pores sweating from intoxication I'd like to see your breasts dance like a narrow sea...

Your hips of perfect curvature your firm buttocks of sweetness I like the perfume you emit cloud where my soul depends your tongue outside; your exaggerated breath



your rose among wet lips...



I'd like to hear you scream my name as it drips away



your sweaty and collapsed body on mine; dreaming thus our destiny.