intimate desire

The simple fact of touching your skin and being able to be in contact with you makes my senses shudder, makes me want and imagine beyond what we have been able to do so far.
I want and desire everything from you, every fantasy, every drop of pleasure, of passion I want to conceive with you ... imagining you, inventing you, investing you, dressing you or easily undressing you, caressing you as I feel that I have not done it yet.
Nothing more beautiful than your naked body, see you walk and pose with your perfect breasts to the air without touching them you can appreciate the smoothness of your nipples without obstacles, without taboos, every part of your silhouette is a world to explore as well as the soft slip from your abdomen to your belly that envelops the most exciting need to touch you even not wanting to do it, impossible to ecstasy your naked and natural beauty without the need to touch what your mouth does not ask but your skin screams.
Fascinated by the spectacular and imposing strength of your legs that weakens, the elasticity and the handling at your whim of your thin and soft legs, the exciting of your feet ... the need to ride in your belly, while I feel embed and you are what that you are not without ceasing to be what you are because you cast a spell on me, turn your figure and embrace me on your back, your back that talks so much about you, that bristles you, that gives you away, that makes you find even when you do not want to be sought; fantasize with you without your consent, without your permission, without being approved by you and having you in my head doing what I do not know if you would do me, looking for you and placing you in positions where you have not been for a wonderful and pleasant ending, a beautiful ending wet, that would be my ending in your mouth, in your belly, in your back or in the morbidness of your masculine femininity ...