He: I would like to be the water…
to surround you,
to warm you,
to clear you,
to penetrate your pores.
She: I sink into your arms, holding my breath so I won’t disturb you.
I sit on my back and my bare shoulders slide slowly under your warm, transparent line, letting the rays of light clothe me to your taste. I feel you have the ownership on my pulse, all over my body, hypnotic and tender at the same time.
I would like to kiss you, so I touch the tip of my finger with a drop and place it at the end of my lips, letting it slide on the cheek and then on the neck.
I close my eyes and dream of you. I’m thinking of tearing off the roundness of my legs and knees to dive deeper into you … To let you kiss my eyes.