Puff

The point of attraction is to dream of it, the body of the person you love the most, and have them envelop the other body, yours, in an embrace that will last forever.

Do you find me attractive in a way that you can not obviate?

Yes, that is paradise, in my dream, you can live there, and I can touch you there, where nothing matters.

The dream begins before either one of us is asleep, and though one of us is a man, and the other one is a man too, there exists an understanding, linked in a manner so emotional, that we hold hands in the real world.

There you exist, and can you see it, that I can have a body that you love, that excites you, and gives you the pleasure that you are looking for.

I am looking for love, but I am also looking for acceptance, and here I have it with your lips, say those words in my mouth, through my teeth.

The kiss dreams of itself, and you are the love of my life, and then I am the love of your life too, there it is precise, the body is what I want and what you want, two lovers at last, free of worries and pressure, just an endless void of pure, absolute resignation that the love has been obtained, and love is being transferred, and the attraction fuels through, it corrects mistakes, and helps the dream, both bodies float together, just to say it again, that it felt like we were floating.

Don’t let go, even if the dream ends, but I’ll remember it, in the real world, what you look like here, and that is what will make you love me outside, I will cry for a while because you are not real.

The image will be superimposed, you mean, the symbol of your love, the hand will travel and imagine something else, the kiss will whisper things differently, the hair will be arranged differently, and the life lived, it can exist through a dream.

You must know me very well, to know that I want something like that with you, and then I can enjoy you like you deserve, in a manner that is not embarrassing.

I will continue and I will understand and I will always change your body, so that you can love me still, and I never forget that I’m loving you.

In the dream, we hold the hands, and in the world where we live, we hold the hands, but it ends, and then it begins, the parting of the lips, a moment is thought, and there it is you, a man, and there I am, a man, kissing again, imagining it, immaculate, a filter of the warmth we are going to share, and the desire we are going to expect, and the lust we are going to satisfy, you with my love complete but illusory, and me, who can be you, with the body at least, the dream not forgotten, and not realized, and not believed. I can kiss, you can kiss, and in the kiss, something has been constructed from an idea we both share.