For your butterfly kisses.

Let love talk in kisses.

let each word
interupt
if, it hopes to give that which your kisses cannot.

Let me take you by the storming desires.

Storm you
with all kind of kisses,and trembling breaths.
With all the torrents and pent up hungers
Till at last, your lips brush lightly,
to describe
what sweetness cannot tell.

Let me lay next to you
while
it downpours
by the windows.

Let me listen
to the warm conversations of our skins.

Let me listen
to the rain of the sweat, on our bodies
the saltiness, of their seas on our tongues.

Let me make love to you slowly and gently
With every little flicker of the candle flame play in your eyes,

Pouring
your womanly nectar in looks,

Riding
in their dark sensual chariots.
to become
even more mysterious than the nights
no heavenly glory can compete.

Give me then, all the butterfly kisses that you promise
and
i'll will ask the moon and the comets to paint your gardern for one auspicious night.