“Make love to me” like the sea makes love to the rocks, with the force of an eclipse when the sun and the moon leave the earth in darkness. With the softness of a flower when it allows… a butterfly to possess it, with the clash of two clouds in a fierce storm. Make love to me, for life is… too short. Do it without fear; do not fear that my skin might break, and if you cannot find the words… let your hands speak for themselves. Wrap your arms around my body so we seem like one single person, and do not let my lips refuse to meet your mouth. Make love to me, for life is… too short. Surrender to the pleasure… when you feel your heart about to burst, for I will offer my breast… as a resting place for its surrender. It matters not if it is… at dusk or at dawn; passion knows no time. Surrender yourself, and I will surrender… just as the beach surrenders to the waves. Make love to me, for life is… too short. Too short, yes… Too short… Make love to me…
