Your left lobe is my erogenous zone.
The golden earring tickles the tongue nicely.
You opened your eyes, stretched impressively and sleepily,
And then turning, the whole body pressed against for a moment.


I lose control, my hands are ready to attack
And they glide from your hair, making my way down to the waist.
Your silk gown is airy, transparent, lilac.
So pliable now and ready for any of my whims.


Here is no longer a hindrance,
You are free, naked and ready to conquer and to be defeated.
Traces of tanning, you no longer have flaws,
I’m in a hurry, like a sailor, to cover them with yourself right away......