I made love to her as if I were writing her a letter

with each letter I immersed in her body

I sank between her sheets, I wet them in caresses

every curve was explored with tender kisses

hot with thirst

without saying a word I wrote with my fingers

I bit her cravings, I let the fantasies take over

have control of the prose

I arched the pen creating fine marks on her skin.

her shouts of pleasure were portrayed in various ellipses

I read her aloud, in the silences where the breaths

are slow and deep

I rolled up in innocence loosening the phrases

so that madness and lust would joined the words

and with the thick ink of a beautiful love

I flooded her with letters from my heart.