make love to you feeling the refreshing cold of the sheets on the skin letting ourselves be carried away by the dim light of the night

Every time I caress the edge of desire, eyes close

looking up at the stars that shine in short sentences

to stretch out in long sentences, drawing what our lips touch

I bite proving from your words how sublime your prose is

you curve like the lines that draw my pencil

sinking where thighs turn to bay

where the screams are choruses of songs

and short hair

we intertwine more than voices

bound spilling what our hearts cry out

and sighing as our souls express themselves lovingly.