I feel your mouth on mine Maybe far away But still so close That it wets what they say is desert Your kiss touches me I feel you in my mouth And at the right moment My fingers Your curls Caress below Your chest Points So that the slow Be the speed of the moment I find you Where I find the stream Your laughter Your embarrassed face Blushing The bodies on the side Hands rise I walk In the middle Curves of the legs Touches without restraint Attentive Open path To cuddle my face Wet in a taste That I only find in you. Written by Jonas Icaro