I need more of you. Some other news, another feeling, like you give me to keep me alive. I need to hear that private smile. Watch this innocent little face when I accuse you of loving me. To contemplate for hours these eyes dazzled, those who avoid my gaze to afford not to melt into mine. Those lips glued to mine that is an exquisite pleasure. A delight, a paradise. I want to hear that voice tender, sweet, velvet. I want to touch your body, make him mine. Taste it, bite it. And then I want the madness to come and make their work along with the euphoria we caused you and me tangled in some old sheets. Lying on top of a worn mattress and wet that exude energy our bodies. That passion, be assured, is the moment where I feel unique because only has two, you and me, and I want you, it only makes me feel that for a moment nothing else exists. I'm sure.