Your darkness.
Your darkness.
Semblants of the movement of two bodies,
apogee between nocturnal sighs.
A look, a kiss, a hug.
Taciturn desire becomes action,
an action that takes place between fine sheets,
where the silence of the night now becomes the confidant of our acts.
I feel your onslaught whip my body,
the incessant movement that embraces the interior of my being.
I breathe,
I sigh.
A long pause is present,
the thin layer of sweat that remained static now moves between your hands.
I feel the warmth of your body and I see,
I see your shadow pounce on me.
My thighs contract clinging to my body,
while from my mouth sprouts groans full of passion.
The starry night signs our act in this dance,
silence gives way to shaky breaths,
and the gloom will bring with it a new dawn,
dawn in which our bodies will become one.
As long as I can melt into your darkness.
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