a sweet pleasure

It's not good to try to make up a place, the bed is the best place to be

Sex is not an option, it's an instinct

Pleasures without control. Pleasures that dilate the pupils. In deliriums that enslave reason.

I'd love to play in bed with some popsicles so they melt with the heat of our body

Let me feel like your scent is bothering and exciting me

Your hands follow the path of my naked body and end in the dark corners of my desires

What if we don't say anything instead?