Will

I was touched by a spell:
that of your warm skin,
of the aroma that escapes between your lips and your legs.
Since then,
I no longer belong to myself.
I am yours.
Your subject,
your mouth,
your lost sigh.
My faith is your pleasure.
My religion is your joy.
I adore you with my tongue,
I praise you with my fingers,
and I prostrate myself entirely to you,
Because in you I found a heaven that pulses,
moans and trembles.
I no longer want the world,
I want your scent glued to me,
I want your flower open,
Making me feel alive moment by moment.