The Fallen Angel

I'm still not sleepy.
I can see the street from the window.
Intense cold and the beating heart of the nightingales slowly recedes.
I pull the covers down and think of you.
Your curves, your little body...
I even think about your dental braces, fixing your youthful smile.
I want to put you in my arms
Undress you little by little and discover every detail of your body.
To invade you with my desire!
Explore your hidden corners!
Fill you with kisses and finally tired,
Cuddle your sleep.
A poem to embrace life.
I like poems, this one came up a little while ago during a conversation in the wee hours of the morning.