Between Lenses and Desires - - - TITO

Suddenly the cold knocks on my door and enters without warning
Temperature drops and cravings rise
Between sheets and laziness I think of you
The smell of you waking up
Your soft ass teasing me under the duvet
Your hot mouth on my shivering chest
Your voice roars in my ear
Inviting me to stay in bed... just a little bit more!
I open my arms and look for you beside me
You 're not .
I try to calm the moods of the lower parts but the desire increases...
Someone or no one tells me about your preferences in the cold...
The desire increases
Your naked image dominates my mind
I pick up the phone in desperation to call you
You don't answer my calls.
I take hot chocolate to keep me warm.
I think of little ways to forget you
I sink into the sheets and I want you
But only the cold insists on keeping me company.
(Lucas our conversation turned into a poem...)
A little poetry to warm you in this unexpected cold.