A Constant Dream

You must be the Michelangelo's David getting into life
Or a Liberace painting stepping out the frame
Whatever you may like to be
I'll be here waiting your hands to caress me as longer as you may like

Scratching my back
Pulling me against the wall
Against the window
Against the stairs
Against the table
Against the floor
Against everyone and everything but towards you

The sweating gives me pleasure
When your beard touchs my body I chill
And when we dive in sheets
Beetween legs, beetween arms
I can't see when your body ends and mine begins

We breath, we open our mouths
We dance, we go up and down
Forward and south
I have your chest in my back
Your smell in my skin
Your eyes fitting all is mine

With a sudden move
I shut my eyes
So that I can wake up
Again