Taking your hand. You’re nice when you’re… nice. Sweet. Ah… those eyes. You’ve got something I can’t look away from. Yes. I love it when you touch my face like that.
Kissing you. It feels good. You feel good. You feel tender. I want you.
Spinning you around, letting my head dizzy with sensual thoughts of you. My love, my bliss. Holding you tight, swaying to this melodic poetry.
You’re giggling. Somebody pinch me.
Kissing you again. Leading you towards the bedroom. I’m going to make love to you, escape with you deep in the abyss of our love.
Yes. I love your smile. You’re seducing me, touching me like that.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Dancing with you under the sheets. Twisting on the fulcrum of desire. Sweet, moist, loving, achy touch of you. You’re soft, warm, passionate… spicy.
I adore you. I adore you. I adore you.
Dancing to our own music. Running wild deep inside you. It’s comforting. The softness of you hurts like a fire, like an explosion, exciting. I’m lost, crazy on you, in you.
My love. My lover.
My woman for all eternity.
© 2017 Mel Gutiér