ELEMENTS The whisper of the wind erotic bath on my body nostalgic lust of your name and your arcane

corner. The fresh and hazy breeze confesses to my quivering body that her skin drowns in its outburst begging eagerly for my entity. The darkness of the night interweaves with my insides and provides my senses with the brevity of your waist. The bright light of the stars turn into torrid and silky summer between your being and my existence and the catharsis of pure passion. The lighted fire of dusk crowns our feverish wishes and the burning desires that expel out of our bodies. Finnally the torch of the king of stars lays on your torso and my back and its rays of cosmic energy with ourselves ecstatic collide. ROGELIO AROS GUZM N