We try to talk about many things br Petty and not so vulgar br We try to overwhelm ourselves br With so much words as I choose br What to put to make you marvel br And you pretend you marvel br That I make sense, but in truth br That is not the point of this meeting br Of two souls, it is the meeting of bodies br Of two bodies, needing each other’s warmth br And wrath, as I tell you about something br Interesting, you know that I am just br Pretending, my eyes are looking at every br Corner of your skin, the tip of your fingers br Wanting to touch me, too, br The softness of your body, the lines in br Your curvatures, swaying towards br My lips, I stop, I kneel before your br Gentleness, as you close your eyes br As you hold my hair, as you caress br My neck, my arms, my chest and you br Have sympathies for my gentleness br My humiliation, you ask me with the br Signal of your hands, and eyes, and br Lips that I rise up br br To kiss you, it is all about it, and br We have no chance saying words br Again, we breathe each other’s longings br We fill our mutual emptiness, like we br Are all cups now filled with air.br br RIC S.