Everytime I go nude, I wonder, how do you think of my body, how do you perceive my curves and skin type. But I don't keep wondering far as once I dig myself in your arms, my soul melt in your sphere. The thought make me shiver and go with a goose skin. I notice in your eyes more desire in possessing my flesh, in merging with me through your touches. I deliberate and show more skin. I sometime sees you as a runaway boy who wish to be lost in a heavenly garden where he can feel secure. I mostly use my exposures as a way of communication when my language fail me to express how I feel. And before I drift in my mind obstacles, I quickly surrender my tongue to yours as a sort of alliation in forces.
How can lovers become one in this most intimate action without losing their identity? How can they get rid of all their integral complexes just by holding hands? How can a passionate kiss wash away all fears?... even tears becomes sweet and all irrational attitude make all sense.
It's mysterious and this is the pleasure out of it. No how's or why's as if all questions don't need more answers.
....In this most mask off emotional battle, lust become the only legible weapon....
How can lovers become one in this most intimate action without losing their identity? How can they get rid of all their integral complexes just by holding hands? How can a passionate kiss wash away all fears?... even tears becomes sweet and all irrational attitude make all sense.
It's mysterious and this is the pleasure out of it. No how's or why's as if all questions don't need more answers.
....In this most mask off emotional battle, lust become the only legible weapon....
