Ah ... my senses are all scattered earth, now that it's just gone.
Rest a little 'sitting up in bed to contemplate.
observe her voice touch my ears, sometimes without guilt, an excess of modesty.
I listen to his eyes that call me to get lost in that blue without limits, and forward to dive into its depths. Dissonant with my shades, so damn magnetic.
Taste the excitement of his tight smiles, flushed skin, bodies leaning.
sniff the tension that assails us for the time, inexorably, we are separating.
With fingertips caressed the images - indelible - between the letters of his name, that intoxicate me warm and round again, in silence, in the vacuum of expectation, which is made of fire in the chest, hung with intent aromas and scents of his mouth, his body.
Rest a little 'sitting up in bed to contemplate.
observe her voice touch my ears, sometimes without guilt, an excess of modesty.
I listen to his eyes that call me to get lost in that blue without limits, and forward to dive into its depths. Dissonant with my shades, so damn magnetic.
Taste the excitement of his tight smiles, flushed skin, bodies leaning.
sniff the tension that assails us for the time, inexorably, we are separating.
With fingertips caressed the images - indelible - between the letters of his name, that intoxicate me warm and round again, in silence, in the vacuum of expectation, which is made of fire in the chest, hung with intent aromas and scents of his mouth, his body.
Listening: Fever
