Magic

A magic is in the air.
Tenderly you stroke my hair.
Caress my breasts,
kisses my lips.
The wind blows gently through the window,
a balmy summer night breaks in.

Full of longing
I was waiting for this night,
me distorted in my lust.
How much I enjoy it,
To feel your touch
Your lips on my body.

I forget the world around me,
inhale your scent
and I'm just happy
lying next to you in your arms,
To stroke you tenderly
and the first beads of sweat
to feel on your skin.

Nothing permeates
the silence of this night,
except a soft moan, magical,
which escapes from your mouth.
Your body is shaking
and louts for more.

Slowly we unite and
in rhythmic movements
let's move to the climax,
like a big bang
falls over us.
A huge explosion
flows through the body,
wet with sweat, the skin.

Breathing fast and hard,
the eyes closed,
we move
into the infinity of the moment,
remain,
then happily lying next to each other,
to enjoy the moment,
that was just experienced.

The magic of love