Fantasy
A fantasy poem
Fantasy I like to put my lips on your gilded skins, Traverse gently your harmonious existence, Awakening one of your most desired sins, To hear me say all the delicious expressions, I like to taste the fire of your thirsty lips, That gives me a mysterious subsistence, Enjoy the union of our fascinated skins, That opens doors to a great happiness, I like to share these hopeless thoughts, To offer you some voluptuous occurr...