Feeling Close to You
I need to feel close to you.
I want to lose my eyes in your eyes.
Under a starry sky, in the light of a pale moon, I see your shapes drawn by silvery rays.
I pause to look at the pearly reflection on your diaphanous skin.
With light fingers the infinity, with moist lips I place a languid kiss on you.
All around the air shines with electric light, both cold and hot.
In the chest an increasingly strong ritmar.
Drops of dew flow on your belly, as if it were on rose petals.
I tremble in impatience to grind the turned forms, but hesitates my hand to touch you, as if before I had a magical apparition that could vanish as if by magic.
With incredulous surprise it is your hand that comes over mine, the hesitation breaks and a warm embrace of lips, deep in a fiery kiss and follows in a magical night of a thousand sensations.