I wake up screaming with desire am I dreamed of you again, you populate my dreams every night, you come and go and leave behind you a devastating desire, and I don't have the courage to tell you anything, I'm afraid as usual of your anger, I I'm afraid you won't drive me away, you're the one who can dispose of me as he pleases, and I keep quiet and suppress the desire in me… but it bursts into the night and I feel you so acute, how much, I know, you can't let me show you anything everything that torments me… on the contrary, you drive me away, you tell me you don't want me, you tell me words that cut the flesh in me and empty my soul… and although I promised myself not to touch myself, I can't help myself, I miss you too much and I feel how this desire drives me crazy..when I touch you again, if I ever touch you again, I don't know, I don't have the right to know… and I let my fingers play, to look for the sign of your passage through the dream my… and finds them… are welcoming, I could receive you in me, I am wet only from that dream in which you appeared, so much in which you looked at me in a certain way it's… and it doesn't take long and the orgasm comes but it doesn't release me, only you can do it, you who touched me last time and expelled my scream that broke the hidden pain from my flesh… and I don't have the courage to ask you to call me again to come like a shy teenager, to come and undress for you to lie on the bed that is going to get our smell… god how much I miss you, how much I miss you and how much I miss everyone these years lost away from you, where have you been, how have you been, what has our life been like? I don't know I don't want to know, all I want to know is that you still want me… to come and go and take it in your mouth to lick it long and suck it as I know you want, deep, strong, tender, to I give him the strength and joy of being… to lay on my back to leave my neck fully exposed, to be an arc of love and obedience… I don't want words you can't tell them, I don't want the future, I just want you to be , to be… I miss you, I miss your body, your smell, I miss everything it knows about you… and your last coming left in me a burning that can't pass… you just passed by, you touched me in passing and you talked to me, but it's as if you had prepared me for days on end, as if I was waiting for a great joy… which I feel but which I am afraid of let me talk to you… call me what you want…
Living desire
We don't know that desire can be like that poate that it can die completely and that it only takes a second to revive… I didn't know that you have enough power to say: come and come in the next second… without protesting, without appearing , without being ashamed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world… you didn't really call me, you called me in a dream and yet I came to you then and I felt the flesh and the smell they and the taste… as if it were as real as possible… years have passed over us, words have passed and yet they are still here, in the same way, and nothing can stop me from coming. Not even when you drive me away. I come and your hug continues where you left off, no questions, no stops… and my body recognizes you and folds after yours and I devise that forgotten song that you made me know… and guy in the night your name as you told me it will happen someday ……
