My fingers moving on his naked ribcage 
waiting for the sun to rise 
saying goodbye to the moon and the starry night in his arms. 
The blow hot breath 
Your tongue as a snake liking my strawberry lips 
our fiery desires, our scandalous thoughts. 
I can not stop myself from feeling this way 
as I watch your hips moving like waves on the ocean 
vigorous movements which help your sword to penetrate my avid fortress. 
Too many servants of love looking for instant gratification 
Master of love I want you to be while tasting on your mouth my wet fingers from self-pleasure. 
You are the key, the perfect masculine shape 
that while the sun rises, I see your magnitude as a reflection of my own soul. 

©2020 Alexandra Santos. All rights reserved.

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