Ximena caliente

I undress you like summer fruit. I slowly peel your skin off your blouse and extract your bra like seeds.
I've found your sugar. Your lips' juice bursts with irreparable sweet acidity and my fingers stick to your skin like cancer.
I don't deserve this blessed perdition nor the agony, but I'm here, tracing my path in your scents.

The entrancing sensation of your gaze thickens my breath effortlessly. All the time around is a cocktail of aromas and flavors that discover the textures of your body and the prolongation of your hips. Merged, we are a guava rooted among the savannas. We are a tangle of flesh and convulsions.

My reflection hangs in the moons of your eyes. Two liquid cherries that emigrate to the unreality and surrealism.Your breasts are two pale naked loaves, created as a portal of the world to paradise.

I undress you like summer fruit. I aspire your venom and melt in the intense flavor of your lips. Your cheeks, as soft as apple, long to bite my teeth.I then got lost in your body, and passion consumes you little by little until we finally reach the end together... From within, all being and desires, It seems like they're screaming at us, Let's explode...