One minute

That's the way between your lips and your ears. One minute of kisses, one minute of whispers, one minute of sobs. There's another minute towards your eyes, one minute back to your tender chin, one more minute in your neck. Still, there is one minute in your collarbones, one minute each side, one to aspire, one to admire, one more to bite.

There's one minute to listen to your groan, one minute to hold your hand and one more to kiss you back. Maybe one minute in your upper lip, one minute in the down one. One minute licking, one-minute feeling, one more to kiss you all.

There's more than one minute in your breast. One minute to kiss, one more minute to feel, one minute each side. One minute in your right small pink nipple, one more in your left areola. Just stop one minute to go on.

Back down one minute in your belly and a complete one in your navel. Sweet and cute, white as all your skin asking for one minute and no more. One minute is going down, one minute in your pelvis and one more around those hips. 

In one minute you go crazy, and you ask one minute more. In one minute you are smiling and the next one you're telling me you are my whore.

One minute between those beautiful thighs and the next one I'm convinced you're blonde. One minute of heat, one minute of cold, one minute and then one more. One minute I forgot your name and the next minute you are asking for all. One minute your nails on my back and one minute you cannot stop.

You talked in one minute of fucking hard, one minute about making love. One minute we are strangers, one minute we should fly to the sun. There are more minutes in each moment you come, I go. One minute of sweating, one minute of cuddling, and the next one you should go.

And I just ask for one minute more, one minute to write you, one moment to feel you and the next one I'll forget you're already gone.