That's how that encounter began, in that hotel in Transylvania, it was a time of overflowing passion, with no antidote for the poison that was injected from the pure adrenaline doses of ecstasy, lust and desires...

Close those eyes Flower, I want to drive you crazy with passion again and again, I want you to turn into insatiable desires to make you reach your most hidden pleasures of your abyss of thresholds...

Let me run my tongue, through your fleshy lips, that make me feel in a forest of soft meadows, brushing your hips steep as a slender mountain that give in your perfect hills...

That taciturn beautiful prelude, that provokes me your pink breasts, hint of the incarnate follies that sprout in the prologue of your languid body sweet as a honey...

That spores that your flower emanates, that aroma of laughing, funny and cheerful woman, that leaves me ecstatic in your wild form, I feel loquacious, rhetorical and verbose, when only my stars see you, they are bewitched with your potions of aphrodisiac charms, that activate me to all to give, that intoxicate me with pleasure in my hermetic tower of enraptured lust, with your lethargic modesty...

Your favorite decorum, hypnosis of enchantment of the amazement of your rich honey that gushes through your crotch, marvelous entrance to your magical world, with amazement explored those hills and rode with more strength until reaching the top of your mountain...