Even though time separates each encounter, in each one time stands still, eyes pursue every detail trying to etch into memory what it desires, the mouth in an eternal cycle of watering at the thought of the delicious taste of your pleasure also dries up from the absence of your taste, lips that in a dance alternate between words and bites, trying to capture the attention of your gaze for just one more second. The whole body shivers at the soft sound of your voice, the mind delirious with fantasies and dreams, gestures, actions, positions, and in every part of the body it can respond, as if this fire of passion circulated through the blood, strengthening, growing, increasing the desire. As in preparation for a surrender, reaching the peak of pleasure in you, sticky, hard, desire pulsates and pleasure throbs, everything arranged, everything prepared to surrender and find itself in you.