You are morning sun. You are sleepy eyes and quiet smiles. The rain drops staring out the window. You are the coffee smell, warm currents wafting through the air. You are slow waves of the sea, the gentle breeze touching my skin. You cause the goosebumps, the rise, and the sun peeking out behind each building, behind the mountains. The Sunday afternoons, you are rest, paradise. You are my balance, my peace. You are the world can wait. You are life with intertwined hands, strong hands that cuddling. You are ‘Bossa Nova’, the reason of my joy, the delicate poems by Mario Quintana and intense passion like Pablo Neruda verses.

Nel momento in cui ti trovai, persi me stesso nel tuo sguardo… The moment I found you, I lost myself in your eyes…

The touch I long for…

Let your hands run across my flesh. The fire of your skin against mine can be felt deep within my body. A part where you cannot see, but you can feel it. Please, touch me there every time your body is next to mine, and when you are distant, you are the thoughts that keep me alive.

Touch me. Let your body be pressed close to mine. Our passion intermingled and we slide against one another. The pressure from your body is my fortress on my lonely days and your lips are my wine, my honey… Feed me!

Explore my body as if it were unknown lands. Find each spot, find yourself in me, and invite me to revive in the mists of your passion. Let us be intense: the uniqueness of us.

Take me beyond the borders of our essence, a single entity, the meeting, pleasure under the touch of your hands and lips. I want to feel your core, your soul, flesh and life flowing through me.

Touch me … ♥