Every inch my eyes perception translates and I can only identify a woman draw by God himself.
From the black heels and the delicate ankles I climb by strong legs and fit thighs. I must stop here and contemplate your butt.
Like an apple I see two exactly moon sides, the format is not abusive or inexpressive, just the measure of perfection, my hands shake on compulsive reaction like an addicted missing his drugs, I would love to touch them as smooth as I could and then warm them with the frenetic pulse that occupied my heart.
Your back and spine line push me to your nape, a map rich of curves and sweet relief, my tongue would perpetuate over your skin feeling each spot, provoking you, biting you.
The dark bright hair, so feminine, so poetic, pure night silk that enchants my vision.
Slim arms that should be holding me, doll hands that hides the most naughty skills.
Oh dear, so complete, so distant, if I could taste a time fraction of your living...
I close my eyes and remember your small breasts, that couple of diamonds, so rich, so exact, so marvellous, my mouth waters of the thought of them on my lips and my greedy feelings push me up and finally I stare at your eyes and kiss your sweet mouth...
Lines that drive me ahead, lines that I wrote from passion, lines that even parallels right now, may touch on the infinite.