No titles, no short letters no signatures, no commitments, maybe an "I love you" and a "You're mine and you're mine"
When we desire it
Him, my eternal lover
the one who is pleased
to see me free, free of me
and at the same time: so hers, but so hers
who always keeps me at his feet.
And that's why we become irresistible
when we see each other.
The devils are on the loose
and they know each other so well
who dance blues and jazz
And the game... It's just beginning
to devour us piece by piece.
To him, he is the only one I have said: My Lord.
To him, he's the only one who has seen
up to what I myself can't see.
And that he presses every image of my being
He loves to put me at his feet,
that my mouth shall feast
in between her legs
and my hands, ugh! My hands
they love to please
And she loves sitting in front of me,
and watch closely my movements
He asks me to open my legs
He plays with my body,
that dance to the water's compass
to penetrate my fingers
to lick me and suck my honey
while he plays with his hand
and she shakes to see me tremble..
And it is that we are sadists of pleasure,
of lust, of the vanity and the world
Fitting a Pervous puzzle.
where I please him in everything
what he asks of me
and he, he has learned to please
My spoiled brat treats.
So much, that the game becomes hellish
his mouth bites her
while i pour myself out to him
and her eyes are obnubilating
to see so close
the pulpitations and the spring
that water from my belly
that one who calls it screams
while i keep going non stop.
And he, he drives me crazy,
she knows what i see
turns me into a demon
and with an extreme thirst to drink
everything, absolutely everything
what emanates from him.
Perverted Lovers
that never say goodbye
but they always meet
to give you more pleasure, than love.
Paola Maldonado
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