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anjodorio
The wind is a horse: listen to it how it runs through the sea, through the sky./ It wants to carry me: listen to how it runs through the world to take me away./ Hide me in your arms for this lonely night, while the rain breaks against the sea and the land his innumerable mouth./ Listen to how the wind calls me galloping to take me away./
anjodorio
Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room... your sighs in my bed. Let me turn off these cravings in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nudity; drink from your fountain… eat from your table. I want my hands to cover every part of your skin, that my kisses and caresses fill you; I want to awaken the desire that dwells in you. Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to be the one that gives you pleasure, the one that makes you sigh... the one that satisfies your longing for a woman.
anjodorio
They awaken the humidity of my intimacy And my desires are anxious Feel me, touch me, kiss me and let me go to your humidity Let me make love to you subtly Let me give myself completely Let me live in an instant forever I want to feel you and feel me Lose myself in you, in your things, in your kisses In your thoughts, in your dreams, in your desires Make them mine, make them ours Feel how I abandon myself unreservedly to you And I let myself be carried away between the waves of pleasure From the sea of your body and thus I enter Until the depth of your intimacy and your being I feel that I am shipwrecked to the island of pleasure After having avoided waves of anxiety Waves of pleasure that incessantly whipped our sweaty bodies While our wet kisses refreshed us from imprisoned anxieties I lose myself in you and I find myself again Looking at the sky I can glimpse That the night is no longer dark In sequins it has already become And I could once again without ceasing I could love you without even being there.
anjodorio
Dancing: a being so close. Sweet sangria, this salsa, this heat. Your strength: living verse embracing my waist. So close. That transpired acidity shows through to me. That our epidermis are wet synthesis, symbiosis. So close. That our cells secrete sap and fears. As if dancing hurt. As if the pain inside writhed. So close that so many parts of our bodies kiss, unwillingly and inconsequently. So close, never close enough.
anjodorio
Let me spread apples on your sex mango nectars strawberry meat; Your body is all the fruts. I hug you and the tangerines run; I kiss you and all the grapes release the hidden wine of their hearts on my mouth. My tongue feels in your arms the sweet juice of the oranges and in your legs the promegranate hides its inciting seeds. Let me harvest the fruits of water that sweat in your pores: My man of lemons and peaches, give me fountains of peaches and bananas to drink, bunches of cherries. Your body is the lost paradise from which no God can ever expel me.
