A song to the sadness of lust

Little by little between awake and asleep, I
try not to think about my desire and my misery
however the rubbing of your hand on my skin falls,
falls into a duel I don't want to think about
but my soul searches for you, my thought consumes me,
as touch you again?
My excited skin and my nervous throat,
remember that beginning when I felt for me for a second I
curse that moment because I want it eternal.
I curse that moment because I want it to be a story and not just a fragment, I
curse that moment because since that time I am not calm
And I think of you as fast and steady as you breathe, I
almost remember your smell, and I can't even say I can smell the breeze your hair,
so I decide to imagine you, I decide to feel your eyes in my eyes
your mouth without being able to escape mine
Your breath tremulous because like me you curse that day.
Maybe everything is my imagination,
maybe it's just in my head, my self and the burning desire, virulent,
maybe this story can only be told in my dreams,
but here you are, in my subconscious I can undress slowly, here I can take your hands and take them to my hips,
I can give rein to this fantasy, I can put evil and softness on my part,
here it is not bad that I can touch you,
that you feel your breath with an overwhelming desire,
that I can dominate you and take you to the bottom,
That I can seduce you and bite you until you forget your name,
that you are my audience and I your show,
that I leave you speechless because you only want to have me,
I want to explode your dirtiest desire,
I want to kiss you until my lips ache, I
can play slowly and with violence with you,
that in your eyes of lust only I see myself reflected
but the problem is
that only in my mind and only here, I could combine my passion with you
with a feeling that in reality I can not say,
only in this reality not it hurts to have everything, desire, love and you