Tender... tender is the night.

Tender… tender is the night, my night is full tender because you are here by my side. Here I am, with your perfume, the tenderness of your skin, the soft of your lips, I can feel the bridge of your neck, your sweet smell, your presence… Now, we share this place, the warm and the safe of your bridge, your hair full of secrets, full of truth that you share to me. Tender is your touch, the skin of your shoulders, your neck, your back, I kiss your eyes, I whisper words, I whisper sentences, I ask you things, you answer me with that voice, with your truth and your voice, I love your bridge. I close my eyes. 

I put my hands at your shoulders, we have a world now, a world of flesh and blood, a world with perfume, a world that has the code of our hands. Show me the world without explanations, without resolutions, I do not care if you think that I am young. I am this willingness, tender… tender is your breath, tender is my heart, tender are our full hands, tender is the warm of our bodies, your shoulders, my hip,  your name, tender is this time, tender is all around.

Macu. Kitschmacu.