I wrote when I was inside her

I wrote to her when we were one

a story of two became a dream

it unleashed with the caresses of the looks

it was colored turning the pages

with fingers hot and soft

it became firm and smooth

it was painted with soft moans

  of warm rivers

it crystallized with smiles wet with satisfaction

the letters came together, overlapped like our bodies

she touched my heart with the blouse of her love

I covered her with a kiss

and we end up together in rhythmic syllables

we went from a simple paragraph

to a full story

and my lips were satiated with her skin

finishing writing submerged in her