Exotic Eroticism (English version)

Wet kisses at that time, on a night of sweat for the skin a volcano, with the perfect climate for the passion to start, in that corner sex was what took place, walking the skin with the touch walking in its path where only the Love was the guide for the future, a predestined moment she and my lady, his gentleman stripped of the clothes was what caused the fire with the ecstasy to the top and letting our bodies speak, the lust of that sincere feeling overflowed.

And began stroking her hair with shaking hands not to hold me inside just to kiss her and let time pass, a faint moonlight that for the view until the face was imperceptible but for that moment did not matter, the exploits were Indescribable

And that at that moment with our naked skin, and with sex the swinging to the beat of the clock the moans were placid you were left without voice, with a practical rhythm in the penetration to the scratch of my back was given the invitation that with the Voice already fainted made love quoting and erizaba my skin until I lost the notion.

Those strong contractions started the climax because of its blood draining it was dopamine and morphine, a pleasant sensation at its point G felt, but an orgasm tacit the sensations advertian.

That moment with ineffable explanation that to repeat it was probable, everything happened was undeniable and that forgetting of that was little unlikely.

To say that I love her, to deny it lied, and I do not deny the fact of how well she did it, to show a button to make love to her was my melody. To hear her moan was my symphony ...

My song of cradle was my forbidden soul, it was the perfect story and that to sadness was my medicine.

And at that moment a kiss was enough to excite our bodies that homogeneous memory, it was the difference between love and monotony.

Was the explanation to the phrase "stop talking about the body" was the point and followed by a love without so much story.

Here I say goodbye with the last breath of cigarette, and the memories of yesterday that left a mark in my path wherever you remember, I ask you, that with this love and the desire of your being I do not forget.