You know how to tell me everything with a look, and I read you just fine, like when your body gets anxious and your soul is thirsty. Is another Tuesday that we have been waiting for a whole week, and finally we meet, you say nothing, but your eyes describe what you want, I gently kiss your cheek as we hug like we had never hug before. Taking me by the hand you lead me to a comfortable sofa, keeping your hand entangle with mine you ask me about my day, but looking inside my eyes so deep, like expecting to find the answer yourself, I start describing it but I really don’t want to talk about my day, I take my hand to your head and slowly slide it down your neck, playing with your hair in between as my mouth lets escape words about my boring day without you. I get my face a little closer to yours, enough for the tip of my nose to caress the side of your face, and our mouths start a game of hide and seek, as if it were possible to hold back, what for? Then with both of my hands free, I dedicate to care your body that I missed for so long, holding your neck and unbuttoning that unwanted shirt, my lips finally let go of your tongue just to pay attention to the top of your neck, visiting the back of your ear and back to your mouth, preparing for the trip I’m about to take around your body, I hold you hard next to me, like we belong inside each other, I feel your body fusion with mine like a couple magnets, and the heat that they expels melts what’s left of our clothes and transport us to a more appropriate place. In this fantastic world that we created with our minds and nothing has to do with what’s around us, we let our bodies play free and satisfy the pleasure of the flesh, as our souls make love between our skins. This is how I please my soul, when I’m so close to you that I feel our spirits kissing. This is how the worst day of the week became my favorite just cause you are in it, and I can’t have your body the rest of the week, but I’m sure that I will haunt your thoughts just like you will own mine.