Secret madness I want to commit madness, our secret follies, ours alone. I do not want to have time or place, I do not want to stop to think, I just want to feel the passion involved by the danger, the emotion and marks on the nape of the neck. Let's be crazy, let's make love without stopping anywhere, leaving and instinct to guide us, without limits, without rules, without judgment. I want to feel his hands shaking, hurried and undressing my body, and stroking and my face, his lips soft, wet, delicate, my skin and seducing my reason. I want to feel his eyes closing, his breath running out, his whispers missing. I want to do what has never been done, and only have the passion as a witness. You make me crazy, I want to tear your clothes, and leave marks of pleasure and commit suicide in your mouth. I want you to take me seriously, be my insanity, leave you completely crazy, lover and beloved ...