Have a lover like you

I did not expect one day to publish these interiorities before 30,000 on-site spectators and 14,000 in which in the parallel of the feeds they spend monthly in this space. But the turns of life and the last year have removed a series of prejudices from the carpet of what I would call conventional, so without further explanations that sound unnecessary, here goes:

If I had to start something, I would do it because of your immediate reaction to my gestures. I love knowing how you respond to the subtle rose of my fingers, while with one hand I hold your curved back and with the other I look for the front buttons, sometimes with the yolks, sometimes with the nails, to surprise me in your answers that drill my retinas and they filter in pitiful cries starting from the brain and ending at the base of the hypothalamus.

But that's not all I appreciate about your company. It goes beyond that and is summarized in the way I see the world from your eyes. It is in the secrecy with which you show me the place we have reached, in the ease with which I find the way to voluntarily force myself to have you near and the delirium that would mean not having you anymore. There is magic in all this, when I think of all those failed years in an effort for the practical, for the fluidity with which I find the simplicity of life for your spark; for the tickle that you leave in my stomach and the ones you express with mine in your belly, every morning, every evening, every night, in the living room, in the car, in the kitchen, on the porch ... and even in the restaurant .

In a moment it was difficult for me to understand your sensitive points, I even thought that there would not be enough. However, after the roses disguised to the curves of your geometry, I came to convince you that almost everything is at the key point of your front, just at the bottom. Whether you are in a reverse or conventional position, that is where the holistic meaning of this magic lies, with those little things that I have learned as I investigate, deepen and your response to changes not only in position.

In conclusion, I enjoy you is that halo of substance that you provoke when I see you, when I tease you, when I cover you, when I uncover you, when I connect you. With a simple touch you are there, recharged and connected even if I had not seen you all day. And to think that one day I underestimated your simplicity, the one that now inspires a romance that I hope will not be attenuated by the kindness you tell me about your sister and the subtle suggestions that you have given me at peak moments; I do not know if by the ecstasy or the real appreciation you have for your family.

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One Reply to "Having a lover like you"

  1. For a moment I thought that the blog lost its meaning, it transported me to a cold night of mountain hotel in an old poem of anonymous author that I use to leave here to be remembered by music lovers on the iPad.

    Night accomplice ...
    Of everything ... for everything ... in everything ...
    Soaked with you
    You are in my hands
    in my lips…
    in my eyes…
    In my language…
    In my breath
    your smell…

    Accomplices of a new way of loving ...
    Where they are carried away by the feeling ...
    Without restrictions…
    unprejudiced…
    No shame

    Two bodies in the delivery feel ...
    Are molded
    Are discovered
    The sneak kiss learning it ...
    But desire, love and excitement make you expert ...

    I wish so much content for so long ...
    That to the encounter that voragine explodes with a simple kiss ...

    Your kisses…
    Is there any better ones?
    Soft…
    Tender
    powerful…
    Powerful
    Intense
    The excitement is born only by rubbing them ...

    Exorbitant excitement
    Which my mind abandons,
    Impetuous I saw her
    And I let it drag me to your body ...

    Uncommon passion that awakens
    Your look ... your caresses ... your kisses ...
    And the universe exploded
    And only you and I were responsible ...

    I did not leave ... you did not leave ... you were anchored in me.

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