Make Love

I see you come, with this attitude that says what you are, presumably: A Woman. You smile and every breath, exhale desire that you carry inside, feeling beautiful woman, woman of beautiful rooms ... I look for that look that only you can give, saying that the love you want to play ... they want me dawn. I find your hand with mine, sweating almost agony. Trembling perhaps feel my company. Feeling the climax by stroking our bodies wake up ... Sitting beside you, feeling your outline, rounded ... Excited to step in my clumsy hands ... Decoding the message that I dictate your hips, your

I entrusted vagina and your clitoris tells me ... between the lines ... I am here with my being on your own. Looking at

sidewalks, your hills, your chambers of femininity ... your breasts upright rubbing my eyes, my touch on, exuding passion liquids between your legs, pointing out that you are ready to receive my candor ... Like a horse with fine gallop, I venture on your virgin steppe grasslands furrowing your caste, leaving traces of our passion, our love ... your pristine scent marking in my chest unharmed, that feeling of a goddess to achieve the desired orgasm ... if thou wert so powerful that worthy woman will be fine ... Oh wondrous beautiful woman! ... Listen to your beat in unison with our passion, uncontrolled, enveloping us in our heat, infected in the maximum burning to go every inch of your cavity erotic ... to take the complexity of love ...Oh illustrious girl, fine and beautiful eyes, enlighten me heart! ... In the swing of my manhood deep inside your cavity scream I hear your virginity: Take me, I'm yours, make me rave! ... To the end, taking from your deity, the most beautiful jewel: Your heart ...