Honeymoons ...
That night we were born from our skins
as scorching whirlwinds,
litter our caresses
They vehemently inflamed
thousands of unbridled desires,
ecstatic we bit the juncture of our bodies
reflected in the secrecy of that sweet golden moon
that we blinked passion.
Flooded with its tongue of fire
every pore of my skin
and perfect blood boiling volcano which,
burst into glorious spasms
the inevitable fury of pleasure ...
My essence of woman invaded their borders prohibited
war without me, without resistance
abandoned me wanting,
I kissed relentlessly spaces
and fantasies in my ears sweetened
with infinite deep moans that Menelaus
thirst of the flesh ...
His hands on my hips
gave away a sea of ​​madness to my pupils
always fixed in his gaze
magnify themselves and the need to discover ...
It scraped my desire without trace
and I dug my nails into his sweaty back
inhaled the glory of my scent
and drank their kisses without satiety ...
We got lost in a dream
caresses and waking invited me to want.
All our honey moons back.
