I held her all night long
and I feared that the next day
I would forget to hug.
That's when I thought
it would be nice to have her
with me forever.
Tucked in my old blanket;
she shivered in the serene
that filtered through the cracks in the window.
I watched her sleep
and I found it
an exquisite delight.
I felt ecstatic;
as I gazed at her helpless face
and the glow of her breasts
opening space between the ether.
It seemed a lie to me that hours before
I had sailed between her joints
without waste;
as with the freedom of a bird spreading its wings through the air.
Where I discovered its peregrine forms
with the dedication of an archaeologist.
In fact, I thought I was one.
A scientist in wonder;
marveling at its swirling forms,
of her purplish buttocks,
of her distressed intimacy
that almost spoke,
of her marked hips
of her navel, obnubilating.
I thought I owned her;
one to whom it would be enough
it would be enough to wake her up
to start all over again.
She was my bride to kiss,
my wife to dress and undress
becoming more and more beautiful.
As if in doing so;
petals were sprouting from under her feet.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My loves, Love of my home
RomanceI had the amusing task of managing eight girlfriends; Colita blanquita, Colita negrita, Huesita radioactiva, Intensita enamorada, Anita la preciosa, Larguita la prima, Inquieta perversa and Pasmadita solapada. This risky undertaking was developed du...
