Of Wishes

The needle of your tongue

Touching my palate

The embulization of your skin

And my tremulous flesh that does not stop dancing

To the sound of your whispers

Whispers that are usually broken

In the highest points

When our Spring is overflowing ... Of Desires.

Our inaccurate symmetry

Find the perfect harmony

When our hands usually urgar

The unleashed temperature

And the field of its humidity

And like cracked walls

The Gemido usually searches

Your space and your time

And it is time to Desire and Play.

We surrender to Sex

And with Love we usually color

the satisfaction of receiving and delivering ... Desires.

And the mill of your belly

And the drop on my forehead

They lower from the highest this reverie

While the restlessness of our languages

Open our bodies like a flower does

And in a complicity we prepare ourselves in that penetration

Where we are no longer two bodies

But only one

Playing Sex and Love

All our sheets are moved

Of our naked bodies

And once reached the Climax

We were satisfied and dumb

Contemplating the magic

What passion produces

That wraps us in its flame

And it is the inspiration of these ... Desires.

Dancing on our skin

Digging your flavor and your honey

Unbuttoning the Sunrise ... With our Desires.

Pedro Manuel