sábado, 11 de mayo de 2013

The eroticism is ...

The erotic is feeling your presence, Having your skin against mine, in the mystery of fusion, Rediscovering the worlds inside us Baring all covers of our taboos ... The erotic is touching you, feeling every centimetre of your body, Being by your side, burning in your arms, Feeling you again and again and again... The erotic is the wetness, the sighs, the lost consciousness, It is leaving behind the prejudices and taking you on my lap, Like a white and strong and dominant steed, Calling your body to enjoy with a single kiss and a simple caress... The erotic is feeling your presence, Having your skin against mine, in the mystery of fusion, The mystery that you only keep for me, And that you can only reveal, while in my arms, thus you feel... You feel... The erotic is letting you lick me, feel me, licking and feeling you and then... Turning you into a harp and playing the prettiest melodies of your breath With the soft and powerful trills of my fingers On “this” very part of your body... The erotic is the depth, the sweet pain, and the pleasure, It is the divine ecstasy, the ultimate delight... It is magically abstract and intangible, yet quite clearly felt on our skins... The erotic is you, it’s me, The two entwined in one, Like two amethyst crystals in the middle of the jewel... The erotic is to breathe you, to breathe me... It‘s to hear your song in my ears, While you hear it in yours... I caress the sacred womb of your creation... You implore to stop, implore to go on... this is the erotic... The constant ambiguity... The erotic is the wetness, the transparent nectar between our fingers, Feeling your heat against mine, pressing you closer in cooler moments... It’s making my body excited and hot... The erotic is feeling your presence, Between my sheets, craving to enjoy you Like a delicious dish at the banquet for Greek gods... The erotic is touching you, feeling your breast, your sweet hair, Forcefully taking possession of you in my dreams and desires... The erotic is feeling you... present... Feeling that you feel me... In each caress coming before and after my visiting your body