you're feeling me, right?

One day, I know,

we will hold each other's faces;

The tender touch of

both hands in each other's faces

and we will take a deep breath

and hold it.

The sighs full of desire,

inevitable

as well as the looks that belong to us,

to our language created

with our trust and an affection

so overwhelmingly good and intense.

And to continue with that tender,

intimate

and special touch,

desired in the:

"I am so immersed in you"

of each one.

I don't know where my breath went,

you feel it in my eyes

wondering admirably:

"What have you done with me?"

I don't know how we ended up reaching

such an intimate gesture,

could it have been you or was it me?

But we did it,

we did it and now

you are here.

I am here,

we are here.

You kiss me and I am paralyzed,

trying to hear the bells and screams in my mind

saying:

"KEEP DOING THAT, COME ON COWARD."

And after something so tender

that I thought I would never like it so,

you arrived.

And my God who knows me

will only knows how this will leave me

for the rest of my life.

I see in your eyes,

all this love that

I want you to tell me

that you need me in that way,

mercifully you never thought about before.

Then I breathe again an air

that I had forgotten,

I leave your lips on my right cheek

and I can feel your blessed destructive smile

forming on me

(there's a warm on my chest).

And I love you,

in my most transparent gaze

you can see that you want

the same thing as me.

At the end,

I grab your hand

and hold it,

tangling our fingers,

and everything is so soft.

Bringing reality to light,

your smile disarms my life.