If your skin could speak

If your skin could speak;

It could tell how many times I hoped to touch it ;

Caress the blond down of your arms with my fingertips ;

Take off this veil shirt that lets see your body in summer;

Play with the hollow of your shoulders;

Put my lips on your neck ;

Kiss the curve of your thighs ;

Get drunk with your scent and lose track of time,

Then at dawn wake up in your arms ;

Always hungry, never satisfied ;

Counting tirelessly the hours separating us from the night.