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 occurrence,

Like an erotic dream full of sins,

I like to see your exposed appearance,

When you make your last languorous moans,

I like to cover you with my inflamed kisses,

Do feel in you these enthusiasm hugs,

Then you enchant me with your salty essence,

I get drunk of such beverage zests,

And about to lose consciousness.