“Sometimes we just wish for the moon to rest upon our chest…” (Lover of Letters).
I want you to model for my words,
I want you to feel beautiful,
Sensual and passionate,
I want you to feel like a model,
Standing in front of the photographer,
Walking back and forth…
Wearing red heels,
Perhaps a fitted dress,
Something casual with your hair tied up,
But also flowing free…
I want you to model for my letters…
To feel as though you’re in front of an artist,
The one who will paint your eyes…
Those passionate lips,
The curve of your back,
And also what your skin provokes…
Because I will be your artist,
The one who paints you with my verses,
With that sensuality that flows from your gaze,
And becomes tangible with just your presence…
I want you to model for me…
To feel unique…
Free like the bird in the sky,
Like the fish in the sea,
Like the butterfly in spring,
Like the wind in the forest,
Like lovers at sunset,
Like a prayer that reaches heaven,
Like a promise sealed with a kiss.
I want you to feel like clay,
In the hands of the potter,
Who will turn you into something beautiful,
Something that will always be present,
Something he will care for with such devotion,
Something that will project his passion,
His surrender and his desire…
Model for my letters…
And let them slowly undress your skin,
Let them caress your charms,
Whisper along your back,
Bite the lobe of your ears,
Get lost in your navel,
And drink from you…
The sweet nectar of your soul….
The Eternal Lover.
🦋🎼❤️🔥




























































