your body is perfect says my tongue while skirting the thin lines

of your white clothes

gently and by savoring your skin where it is confused

with the roundness of two mountains

where it makes you close your eyes, my love

my beautiful girl

while the river begins to run through our skins

I love you, hot, drawing with my sword

in warm saliva from your back to the root of your neck

what I think of you

and then refresh me with your lips

playing with your tongue as if we were

kids at the beginning of summer

I like how the heat melts our cravings

you're so beautiful I could last inside of you

all night,

running through you with my hands

Escaping from reality.