Love is recognizing each other through a perfume.
Vanì charnel, is the taste of a night of love. Which is described in this poem I wrote.
The scent of the soul: this exchange of us is a game of head. Because tonight with tea will have a different flavor... Come closer. Cling to me so as not to fall, sink your nails into my back. And close your eyes, I walk the curves of your hips with my hands and I feel something sliding down... I feel your breath growing in my ear, I want to hear new words of forbidden thoughts... I want to find the most hidden part of you, the most secret, I want to find what you don't even know .. I want to feel your skin on mine caressing the desire that comes... the taste of your freshly bitten lip and your wet hair between your mouth. I feel your belly move slowly, and the pleasure grow... I want your eyes and I want your gaze.. Yell out... I want to feel you mine for this night, mine... mine alone... I caress your breasts with the warm oil of a consumed candle... and I chase the drop that falls down into the navel and beyond... I lose my breath, I take my breath and go up, I kiss you... again I go down and I lose my breath... I want to touch your lips and feel your legs tighten. I feel your hands tremble and your strength pushing me to you... I want to smell the scent of the soul and get where no one has gone so far... I want you.
Love is recognizing each other through a perfume.
Vanì charnel, is the taste of a night of love. Which is described in this poem I wrote.
The scent of the soul: this exchange of us is a game of head. Because tonight with tea will have a different flavor... Come closer. Cling to me so as not to fall, sink your nails into my back. And close your eyes, I walk the curves of your hips with my hands and I feel something sliding down... I feel your breath growing in my ear, I want to hear new words of forbidden thoughts... I want to find the most hidden part of you, the most secret, I want to find what you don't even know .. I want to feel your skin on mine caressing the desire that comes... the taste of your freshly bitten lip and your wet hair between your mouth. I feel your belly move slowly, and the pleasure grow... I want your eyes and I want your gaze.. Yell out... I want to feel you mine for this night, mine... mine alone... I caress your breasts with the warm oil of a consumed candle... and I chase the drop that falls down into the navel and beyond... I lose my breath, I take my breath and go up, I kiss you... again I go down and I lose my breath... I want to touch your lips and feel your legs tighten. I feel your hands tremble and your strength pushing me to you... I want to smell the scent of the soul and get where no one has gone so far... I want you.