I love your legs

I love your legs
when you wear jeans,
when dress skirt
when you do not wear
or when undressed.

I love, I love,
and intimacy open
and are your white legs
who bear thy womb
I already know and
I like both.

I love your legs
when the stretch in your bed
when you let me touch them,
starting with your feet and
  ending your thighs,
or by vice versa.

I love, I love,
closures not love
not yet over,
stay longer at that angle.

I love the moon, a starry sky,
we like
and gives us inspiration
in the blue stage.

  Love, I like when
your legs become arms
and hug me and tell:
do not let me go.

Belly up,
belly down
and everything changed
We enjoyed it.

And in bed
I dance with your legs.

You saw sheets
and hands,
and occasionally I drink
and I get a taste
my mouth,
flavor
  sugar molding.

Gustavo Morales Battaglini