(a short story received) Costas I wake up with a start. I sit panting on the bed, that bewilderment for not knowing the reason for waking up. Looking out the window, the curtains dancing in the wind, I notice the unusual light at this early hour. Everything then becomes logical: another one of those southern storms. Vision is already accommodated to low light. A back stands out against the sheets and swaying curtains. Nice back. I'm looking for a word to define what I feel and think about these shores. I see that many words are needed, but two predominate: voluptuous and desirable, the back. From the nape of the neck to the buttock, curves and curves make me avid, thirsty. The thick hair makes it a little difficult to admire the neck and nape of the neck, but nothing that a subtle movement with the tip of my fingers can't solve. I circle her shoulders with my gaze. I go down the shoulders, the crease of the center of the back, the lumbar, the beginning of the soft and delicious ass. The tiny panties seem to invite me, or do I see invitations where there aren't any, because what screams are my desires, my hard-on? I touch the skin lightly. She is warm, soft. I taste it with the tip of my tongue, it's sweet. I am torn. I really want to wake up in this middle of dawn so that we devour each other. But what if she wakes up mad? Fuck it, I want it. I lay my bare chest on my bare back. I hold her breasts in my palms. I start kissing her neck, shoulder. She starts to move. Which cat, purrs, does not speak. Like a lioness, look at me knowing everything about everything. Which woman you are, fabulous woman, take my sex and hold tight. Her deep look says it all, in this world of ours, in this moment of ours, we belong to each other, eternally. And our bodies tell us that they love this world alone and all ours. The treats as always explode into layers when we merge. We haven't even started yet, we're already craving more. #contoseroticos