There are hundred ways of caressing you
in between my arms
and so many places I can softly touch
in so many ways and with all your charms
I can hold you close and enjoy as such
all the hidden places
that my heart embraces
with all hundred ways of caressing you.
There are hundred ways of enticing you
when I hold your hips
every single nerve to respond in time
to the subtle stroke of my fingertips
and with every kiss I will make you mine
with so much to adore
when you ask for more
of all hundred ways of enticing you.
Rhythmic rising of your chest
keeping pace with the long stroke
of my artistic tongue, knowing best
how to paint dreams of you to evoke
such response on the canvas of your skin.
With precise movement I find places
where my mouth transform the ink
of my desires into kisses drawn with ease
along your body and define the spaces
readily offered for my masterpiece.
It is not sad to be alone for that I knew
to give up kisses left in my mind
and say goodbye of dreams to find
somewhere in time
someone like you.
It is not sad to be alone in this life of mine
but letting go of dreams undue
to say goodbye to what I knew
someone like you
somewhere in time.
How many hands will touch the same skin and explore the same places
while I starve in loneliness wishing it was me the one to remain
the one to revive your hidden desires which could leave the traces
of kisses like new and touches unknown that would drive you insane
and I wish I was the one that you choose and your heart embraces.
How many lovers occupy the space left in your bed as I walked away
and to hear their name escape with such pleasure from lips I once kissed
while in dreams alone I hold you at night and during nights replay
the path on your body and the flavor of kisses that are dearly missed
I wish to be a lover, your friend and beloved and the one that’ll stay.