Well, what can I say when the heart is not overwhelmed with words or even thoughts ... Sensations that cannot even be clothed in verbal form. When every cell of your body you feel a touch that was not in reality. But here it exists and seems the most desirable, as the last breath of air for the condemned to death. And where is it here, beyond what limits? A quiet whisper, when not even make out the words, and the breath burns, promising all the joys of a lost paradise. The lips are so close and fiddly, what secret do they carry in themselves that hides this untested tenderness. Isn't that how a man dying of thirst reaches for water? As if the undiscovered universe is calling for you, calling for you to dissolve, to mix with it, to become its flesh.

Oh, how sweetly your head is spinning, and you fall, you fall, and in this fall you forget about everything. Somewhere, as if in a past life, unwashed dishes remain, troubles at work recede, an eternal headache looses its positions ... And you still fall and fall, losing your body, and lightness fills your whole being. And lips caress, giving you - you. And your body is born again from this emptiness, finding a renewed soul. And every second the heat increases, replacing tenderness. And you already have not enough of these lips, your whole being is tearing beyond the framework of silly decencies. Hands, not knowing peace, wander as if in a fever of delirium, giving their heat to the most hidden corners. But giving their passion, in return receive You!

Through your skin, I feel you. And as if from nowhere, visions suddenly come. Here you are standing on the shore of the raging sea. And the wind develops your dark hair. Oh, how I wanted to be this wind, caressing your body to climb under your clothes, without seeing any obstacles. Feel your salty smell, feel your strength. But you are asleep, like a serene child, and the first timid rays of the sun glide over your tanned body. What do these rays feel, touching your mysterious smile, running through strong hands. How, probably, they now regret that they cannot become a sinful earthly woman to wake you up with kisses. Oh, how I want you, honey. Off clothes, tear them on me, forget about everything! Please come in me, give me the velvet of your skin and the persistence of your lips. Tenderness gives way to rage, now it is a hundred times more desirable. I am only yours at this moment, and the moment is let eternity, sweet eternity last.

The light of the monitor went out a long time ago, the dawn touches the sky with soft palms, and again you are sleepy to go to work. and your invented world will again wait for the moonless night, in order to quietly remind about yourself ... and about you?