I go nude of pleasures,

I go nude of pleasures,...POEM

dressed with your laugh,
It tickles in my belly
like intense butterflies,
and in its blue wings
I destabilize,
exhilarating every space,
with the breath of your breath,
where I suffer,
the most intrepid torments,
that bristle my skin,
that make me desire

An intense flame
It burns you without knowing it.

A chill that drinks from your back
and walk with his lips
the outline of your passion.

I'm willing between the hurry,
to scratch yourself with care,
thought and reason,
drawing each line of love
with my mouth and heart.