Illuminated boldness

Sometimes i pause, imersing in that frame, following the soft curves, drawing under my forehead and my cheeks the more prominent bones, i blend on the walls, and i crawl, getting closer for a surprise, caressing that cloth, rubbing, the cold line of a thin essential metal pressed against a mellow flesh to end behind a lob and the little hair i dream to comb, i'm a pattern made to tatoo the skin, expressive affection, i separate the strands and play it like a guitare, bare, a teasing melody, tickling the wide sensitive expanse, i come from the ceiling, to dive into the bliss of two pearls of displaced loveness, there's a rolling passion raising this chest straight, heaving face to face, rising, twirling with the embodiment of desire, i squeeze gently, run along the precious silhouette, lend those strong features, the biceps that respire, for enjoyment, for the always coming presence, the entangled fingers that swing to one way, i slip into the warmth of a coat made for one, a rainbow to be born, kiss, kiss, high, down, all around, the rosy smile, the hidden, the giggling embarrassement, a body rooted as a protective tower, a body mild and supple to play with, clasping in his pleadings, murmuring the appeals, to the generous charms i see, oh the gloss, the shine of what was supposed to displease, the gloss i'm mesmerized to touch blindly, to land my exhilarated lips to the sure conquering of shine.