kisses, darling

There are many things I like about you: you don't push, you don't hurry, you don't bark fiercely... you are a sweet, sensual and pleasant breeze that runs through the body, bristling the skin and with a shiver invites you to caress me and while others are vain hurricanes that destroy the doors and mistreat my home, you... you enter silently through the window that I leave open, waving the curtain and, refreshing the charged atmosphere, you make me sigh for your air, which enters my ear and tells me what i want to hear

  Forgive me, for not being many hot nights... but don't go, I need you like spring air, which smells of the forests, that at night I walk in the dark... where the light reveals itself and shows me the roads I want to walk... with the breeze that accompanies me... without pushing