I want to be the reason for your smile, the haven in the storm, the clarity in the dark night, the revelation of your fantasies. I want to be your secret admirer, the one that in the heat of the day, is satisfied just by looking at you and at night satisfy your fantasies. I want to be the one who writes poems to your lips and your mouth, to your vehement desires, to the moisture of your skin. I want to be, your placid tiredness, the one that awakens your desires and she wets your desires, the sneaky lover… your faithful companion.
Chorros