Mountain Of Kisses Poem by Mario Rios Calaf Pinot

We stand hugging, our hands rubbing our bodies, interlocked...how do we manage to stand, fingers touching silky hair, your neck gently beating with exciting warming blood, slowly disrobing, you have to control yourself, controlled excitement, a sense of cofidence, as we go into trance, pressing naked bodies together, another sense...trust, pleasure, the smoothness of your skin, your hands like birds, maybe we will welcome the dawn, lips touching, tongues frolicking, little murmurs, whispers in your ear, you are so gentle, we finally lay down, now the mountains turns into landscapes, the odor of warm bodies, I feel so good I want to laugh at myself, the music from the radio is like a blanket, deep breathing, and then the final sigh, then blissful sleep.