Speleologist of your body
By : Yiset Peña Naizir
24/05/2024
With my hands I touch your body,
I draw it as if it came out of my hands,
as if for the first time your naked body were in front of me,
and I only need to close my eyes
to erase it and draw it again.
The body that my fingers choose, and draw you easily,
and that by a chance
that I am not interested in understanding
coincides with your body.
Mmm the smell of your skin—Like a perfume sea!
I smell your brown sugar skin
and my tongue peeks into my mouth,
I taste you, and my lips
bite each other,
and then, they jump towards yours, our mouths meet and fight gently, barely resting our tongue between our teeth.
You moan and your sycalyptic voice stimulates me,
like an erotic Asmr that plays in my brain,
reaffirming to me once again,
the delight of enjoying the insatiable desire
I have for you.
And then, my hands seek to immerse themselves in your breasts,
and my mouth caresses them, squeezes them and lame them, while you reproduce moans that sound like songs and your oceanic eyes close.
Your oceanic eyes close
and the whisper of my voice acts in your ear,
your shiny bronze skin crawls
and I continue to travel over you while admiring the silver ornament that decorates your navel.
I travel over you,
I discover you and I conquer you like a professional in speleology,
I follow the trail until I discover the talisman between your legs,
they open to me
and I respond by immersing myself in them
until I taste your exquisite juice,
My warm and humid shelter where I escape from this world.
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