my love my warm hands mix with your hot skin

they refresh it with the love of the soul

with the soft kisses when caressing your fine skin

my tongue is pronounced in a poem when tasting

while it goes up and down the little mountains that adorn

your chest

you are so sensual that my fingers slip

playing the string to the slow beat

of a look of love

you are so beautiful that the fresh drops of life

they slide placidly under your belly button

being burned by the tip of my forefinger tip

being evaporated holding you tight in a hug

lighting the flame of our hearts

love

this love is from the soul

it's madness, bodies, kisses

of tender shine in the eyes

of sensual sighs

to see beyond

of innocence and guilt.