Make love ...
With brushes
From your fingers
Seduce every pore
of my skin
With the arrogance
your passion and desire.
Make love ...
Inch by inch,
No spare
in time or space,
unhurried
With encouragement sedated.
Make love ...
With illusions
runaway
My fragrant flower
With the fragrance
In your eagerness
Deeper.
Make love ...
dance to
From your desires
And my delusions,
Trace your
Lips corner
In my secret
With the tenderness
and warmth of your kisses,
And make it yours
Always.
© 2011 Rosana Marti
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