DEBORA_SEXY

I go for the soft bite,
to tear the veins in your neck,
sigh while naked
In my language,
the piece of skin
what did I choose
to start
this new adventure
without fixed bearings.
Touch me, desecrate my chest,
stick your belly to my belly,
sinks your breasts in my mouth,
lift one leg
up to my hips
while I delight
chasing your thigh.
I go through it,
from beginning to end,
my hand is wise,
it comes, it gets longer,
feel the spasms
when it reaches
the edge of madness
and the moss opens,
determined, uncontrollable,
throbbing like a living heart.
My fingers, anxious,
they look for their center,
the triumphal entry to paradise,
they want to mold it,
so, in touch,
they slide down their walls of fire
without burning
Gimes, but you open,
more, more, you ask and desorbit
a rock movement,
I do not know you,
you are a tremor,
a rumble,
something that collapses
without form, without strength,
that succumbs,
while an avalanche
of warm snow
descend through your legs.