“Upstairs

You have lay me on the bed. You putted yourself close to me and you have started to caress me, from the face till the belly. Our eyes didnt take off one another. You have started to whisper something. It seemed another of poems. While you acted it, your hand was reaching to the hips, but i knew it would have go beyond and i closed the eyes and i holded back the breathe, till i have felt which was the final target. I knew, that this time that it would been your game. Your words with your gentle touch, there.
This time i was at your mercy, and your words, your deep voice, your hand, your fingers, made me feel as if i was in a ship in the middle of a storm. The sound of your voice was the sea and your fingers the waves inside of me that was thrilling me. It seemed that you was acting all the poems you have written, instead were phrases that you was saying me while you was looking at me. I was letterally going crazy. Our hearts beated at unison and fast, and around us it was growing up an atmosphere almost tangible.
You was close to me. Our eyes were diving into one another, while you was doing that sweet game between the legs. Delicately you have whisper me ‘Make me fly with you…’. Your game has become a bit faster, and this time you have lay your lips on mine, while i was reaching the orgasm. You have felt my little contractions growing up and then slowly fading and while everything flew away you have whispered me ‘You’re beautiful…. you made me fly…. I love you much’. With the heart that still beated fast i was looking at you for a second then i closed the eyes and while i was doing that i felt your lips lay themselves on mine and there we given ourselves another passionate kiss.”