“When your body invades my mind, I like to start with your mouth, the tessitura of your lips, the taste of your closeness and the sweetness that my madness has accelerated.
I can go on about how smooth the skin around your neck feels to me. The scent that emerges from the open pores caused by an innocent kiss, which runs through it with intentions to provoke that anxious trembling of your body.
Then in my mind runs the harmonic idea of staying in your arms, of forging our bodies in a single instant; of not separating them while our skin cries out to detach the garments that hinder their escaping contact.
Then I think that our hands can hold the world while we caress centimeter by centimeter every corner of our being, of our existence, of our zenith.
To end with just the thought that you have a direct passage to madness in that pair of precious stones that adorn your face, your sunrise and sunset, that undoubtedly melt every particle of my physical-mental chord sequence. To come to and know that you are my favorite note, the light that illuminates my gaze and my favorite figure when I wake up.
For tomorrow you wake up. I adore you,” the message ended.
Photographers: John Kilar | Instagram
