for the first time I am trapped between your fascinating compass

between the mischief of your lips and the candor of your charisma

looking at you from below stuck to the smooth floor

hot as the tight, soft, and erotic cushions

on which you rest sexy and daring

for the first time the poetic aroma, your sensuality

is breathed with the defiant desire for a good love

between the irony, the sweetness, the perversity, and the charm of your lips

leafy, cushioned with eroticism, with an exciting flavor

of the texture that inspires, drives you crazy, and captivates

for the first time, I want to eat the full flavor that

hummingbirds enjoy

to the nakedness of a thirsty flower bathed in dew

to the release of the pistil, to the dessert

squirt, and delicacy

coming up to the warm feeling

parking, opening the petals with hums

going in, tasting, with sharp beak

to the delight, bite, sucker