When  a man is kissing, a woman closes her eyes flaring; when a man is kissing, a woman dreams that moment is actually all her life, the lips that tender taste each other are the arteries that connects her to the heart of the one that brought her back to life, that everything has ever been and will always be is a indefinitely kiss, painted in time and space with many ornaments around it.

Two lips united in a silent prayer, taste of a huge bouquet of roses, love carved in flesh, only your kiss melts m y dreams. You made me understand how the smile was born and from where it comes the light of the eyes…

An infernal kiss, this is what I sometimes feel I want to give you, a kiss to leave behind it the smell of burnt lips, crushed lips of pleasure, Flemish sipping the air that was kidnapped them a bit more than it could bear.