Hurricane and wind

Our burning and eager bodies
that cry out for pleasure
kissing with the soul
Before dawn,
every morning and every evening.

Our bodies tangled, rolling and tight
In the living room, on the sofa, on the chair or in bed.
In the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the terrace or in the dining room of the house.
On the loft floor or under the bed.

They didn't need white sheets
No pillows or mattress, we didn't care
When our bodies join
everything was heavenly

A few moonbeams illuminating us
A rhythmic song to the beat of our bodies.
The pace increased at times
And humidity of our closeness increased.

The moans that could be heard echoing through the house
Of two deranged bodies of mundane passion
Deranged from follies, from healthy lusts
And of coitus achieved one after another orgasms of the soul.

The moans gave us away
of supreme sensations
even wild animals
we went sometimes

Giving ourselves the soul in each movement
the lives of our bodies on fire
tenderness in your caresses, extreme passion in the looks
love with full tenderness,
passion with each kiss.

love in every touch
passion in every kiss
So fused you and me
like the hurricane and the wind...