I will stop the snore of your sleep dreams in the mornings,
with the shinning sun that rises in the sky of my desire
The moisture of my restless tongue,
will bathe every dry space that hides your body
I will get lost in the geography of your breasts,
until I reach the autumn of your tree and feed on the fruit that hangs on it
I will undress my hands so that you feel their caresses erect,
until the legs of the bed and yours remain open
In each moment of passion we'll create a universe,
and we'll be inhabitants in a planet of kisses
I will inhale the aroma that's nestled in each corner of your skin,
and taste the orange flavor that leaves the sweat in your armpits
With passionate intention we'll be two graduates of love,
students of orgasms awarded as lovers of honor
And when the time comes!
(W.V) April/27/2019
©williamv
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