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The mantis waits.

Like a spider weaving, sitting in the shadows waiting for its “prey.” She is patient, knowing that rushing in things of love is not good. She is used to deal with feelings. Spring has come into her life once again, every year around this time the same thing happens. April condenses her wishes at the right point of her desire; the routes that lead to the burning of her pleasure are clearly marked since the air started to get sunny. Snow left its mark, there is still mud, and the animals of her emotional forest have vanished, the cold winter is now behind. Fun has started, her sex is perfectly dressed.

Her favorite lover is climbing the stairs…

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Waist

Cascades of emotions furrow the contour of your figure;

throbbing all the way to my back

splitting the channel of lust.

Iron and leather chest scented with vanilla…

Effervescence and defiance.

Kisses well given

 punishment and reward…

Red point.

Beginning of the long-awaited death.

furtive sex with you and with so many others…

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Gustatory…

Your warm tongue caressing the folds of my groin,

while your eyes sway on the pleasure of your taste buds.

The alkaline taste mixed with the copper you were talking about…

Your saliva feels powerfully wet,

crackling in the silence corrupted by your infectious moan.

mmm…!

The smell of your breath after those kisses that we provide consciously…

The tireless and manifest desire for your flesh hurting my feverish pride…

But not anymore!

I rebuked my asshole pride; understanding everything;

there is nothing wrong with this.

There is nothing wrong with us.

Nothing to regret…

Love you, period.

I love you in verse and in reverse of this prose smelling of sex.

And steam caught up in these hours in constant pelvic movement…

I like you with your furious mane,

with the uncovered smile,

with the organic of that you and I, so you and I…

So much and so little sometimes…

I love you, I love you…

Period.

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August fire

Come closer

my bare chest awaits you.

Come closer to my face, my bloody mouth awaits you.

Bring your hands to the fire that converted into sweat

rushed down the path of my belly.

Drink from my navel like fire in August.

smells…

It smells like the vapors just rising from my deepest bass…

I don’t understand how you can provoke me so many things when I like so many, and from so many receive what I like…

But you, you are different.

You… and I…

We are masochists, prisoners of this orgasmic addiction that does not understand slights.

We are dependent on this obscene privilege of having us, rain, thunder or lightning.

Your tongue tastes different to me and my sex likes that bitter honey.

Come closer, you know me…

Don’t waste time watching my nipples rises when my clitoris is bursting.

Wishing you would collapse the doors of this unmissable heat that has stuck in my back

Like a pain that never fades…

You’re the one who appears unnoticed, stabs me and steals all my moisture…

Always; your touch is not from this earth…

I always fall into the claws of your breath, and I gladly burst on the walls of your cast iron cock…

Shaking my insides over my throaty moans.

Opening the channel to bring the wicked rain.

With the insatiable applause of our reddened bodies…

Don’t waste time: eat, drink…

The table is set…

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Denial…

standing before you,

watching your eyes telling me I love you, mean while your mouth is bluffing, and bluffing,

running against your will,

i can smell the lust in you,

i can smell your deepest desires…

Stop being a coward,

Face your only truth,

face the truth that your body is yellin,

be faithful to the love your heart is beating for,

be mine, lets turn the cards over.

Am inviting you to feel the passion running out of your skin,

one more time, one more time…

and if you cannot face the facts, i will say forever goodbye….

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Flesh and bones…

When I make love to you, containment is not welcome,

lasciviousness is the only valid cause,

open pores eating everything around us,

desire in flesh and bones,

when we make love, there are no questions without answers,

there is no goodbye without tears

there is no charm without disenchantment …

When I make love to you, expenses aren’t nothing, because I’ll pay the everlasting price of being yours…