Surfer of galaxies

Those hands that draw the lines of my body
That fit by breast inside so gently
The wet sensation of the lips that chill my whole body
The wave of pleasure turned into moans
Those eyes looking through me
Touching my naked soul

My dear, give me

Open my crushed heart to free me
With the freed love, the freed surrender

Those fingers drawing a line over my bare skin
Finding my constalations, giving me what I wish for
And in silence and blindness I still see your light
I still feel your desire

Come dear, ride me.