Spaces.

Empty space, blank.
Two nipples that crave your saliva.
Two lips that do not pronounce your name
But they get wet calling you.
A mouth anxious to scream.
An empty space, black.
That draws your body
What do you imagine your movements
That recreates your moans
An empty space, red.
That burns on the ice.
That would burn your skin
That is lit with your voice.
A full space,
Of love
Of desire
Of empty spaces for you.

Post: Neubnll