Body 

The body knows the paths to roam, where it goes, where it incites, where it provokes, where it tastes and where it keeps the eternal feelings. The body does not forget the pleasure of being together with another body that wants the same. By the touch of a hand on the other hands, through the mouth that feels and drinks from another mouth — the taste of the kiss — that is saved in the memory of the skin.

The impressions are recorded in our mental HD are incredible, we just close our eyes to see the memories come to our mind quietly, like a flash, images and sensations that are saved, untouchable, deep down in our subconscious. Everything comes up, we cannot forget it!

The touch of hands

Mothers’ hands, cuddling, calming, cherishing and nurturing. They touched us with motherly love keeping us safe and sound from the outside world, the fall of a child’s play, they healed us, and from nightmares they calmed down us in bringing peace for us to continue to dream.

Loves’ hands, the fingerprints that have been recorded on the skin and travel up every inch of the body, causing thousands of sensations, ecstasies, and chills — the delicacy of the touch.

The first kiss

The mouths met shyly at first touch, as if they were afraid of  the lust that would come next, but it would be impossible to withstand the excessive pleasure, and so, they delivered themselves to the fierce hunger of pleasure contained in that moment. It was all slow motion, lights, stars, and passersby who went by them and saw the scene. Who cares? At that moment there were only two mouths, compiled to satisfy the desire of the flesh. And so, they continued with their lustful movements, passionately lost in a ballet of tongues, lips and the taste of eternity of the act.

Skin

The skin has these peculiarities. Those wanting. Feeling, even not seeing, as a Braille reader, external stimuli, the delight of the contact of other beings, all the sensations that make us whole as human beings — the imperative need to be touched and felt.

I keep in my skin memories, in the blood that runs in my veins all the good and bad feelings, but I prefer to remember only those that gave me pleasure… ♥