I’m tied to a bed full of memories,
where every night I remember,
and every adventure is different
cause every adventure was new.

The thirst of this bed is insatiable
and the cold in this bed hurts my bones,
but the heat comes so sweet to my ears,
every night with your voice on the phone.

I hear the sound of your lips like a wind,
that blows away the fear of my skin
and my mouth awaits for their touch impatience,
willing to wet till the last of your lust.

My mouth wants to care your lips,
explore your skin and get lost in it,
to feel how it chill with every touch
and warm it later with a single kiss,
to go down your body and up your legs
and plant itself between your knees,
to feel how u mellow and melt to it,
to provoke an arch in your back,
to be in the right spot when you drip.