Did you wake up before me to watch my nude winding through the bed's linen and playing by itself with soft lights and shadows, gallantly offered by a semi-open window? Would you like to see me opening myself in front of you, exactly like a flower dreaming of a summer rain while you, with your lips, make, with an extreme pleasure circles of petals on my skin for offering to me, frissons? Are you the bumblebee that's using its needle to get in my open corolla, bringing butterflies to my stomach to make my body take the shape of a harp perfectly harmonized with the creak of the bedstead? Could all these be just an aroma of some memories when each murmur of mine got lifted by your spirit to be scented and softened with many whispers of love for fulfilling our photosynthesis? Explain to me. Even if seems bizarre, I don't know much about Love. _________________________________ believe me, I love you times infinity , I could be anything , my Love , an innocent touch for which
