HeraJuno

Take my clothes off, tie the night to my eyes, today I want to be blind, today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, drink from your thighs a bite of life and wet it all, and wet it all. You seduce me, you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I drive my lightning like a Zeus of lust, like a faceless god, seeking your shelter, to kiss your lips and wet it all, and wet it all. Enjoy me, be my fire stigma, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma pours out, breaks and I sprout and come out and flood you and fill your garden, your maze, where I get lost and hide to light you and wet everything, and wet everything.

The heat of the night, my hair occupying your pillow, the silence of our bodies. You wrap your fingers in my hair, I hold you in my arms. Your eyes glowing, my reflection in your pupil, the desire that awakens, catches us. We feel the heat of our hands on our skin. The ripples of our bodies the moisture of our kisses, endless threads bind us and we look at each other forever.

To be placenta and irrigated with fetal desire Your first sip, trapped in your lungs: pools of molecular oxygen Pez that drips sweat, sweat that drips deformed beats erupting in your inexperienced lips Being in you when you weren't

Wake me like this, with my body crunching with my desires stirred with the promise of your return with the essence of our desires, with the hollow of your smile with your unmet grief, with the profusion of our agonies. Then I'll know how to savor the solitude of my hours, those that don't understand clocks, knowing that I keep inside me all your moist memories.

Se miran, se presienten, se desean, se acarician, se besan, se desnudan, se respiran, se acuestan, se olfatean, se penetran, se chupan, se demudan, se adormecen, se despiertan, se iluminan, se codician, se palpan, se fascinan, se mastican, se gustan, se babean, se confunden, se acoplan, se disgregan, they linger, they die, they reintegrate, they stretch, they bow, they shake, they twist, they stretch, they heat, they strangle, they squeeze, they shudder, they grope, they gather, they faint, they repel, they annoy, they appease, they rush, they link, they collide, they crouch, they hasten, they dislocate, they pierce, they embed, they bullet, they rivet, they graft, they screw, they faint, they revive, they shine, they contemplate, they inflame, they go crazy, they melt, they weld, they burn, they tear, they bite, they murder, they resurrect, they seek, they rub, they flee, they evade, and they delivered.

I am the one who sometimes writes about reality or the. fiction, the one who knows when a caress is true or pure. imagination. That individual who plays with his mind, that is. rebels, the one who loves you from anonymity or with audience that one who defeats any resistance with humility, the one who transforms your everyday world into one. original. I am the one who provokes you, the one who seeks you and is passionate, the one who loses his temper for a woman who lo. impressive. I, the writer who expresses his madness in poems, the one who puts all the fire in each of his. letters the being that fits in your thoughts, that embraces. your silhouette. I'm the one who sometimes writes

Your mouth is always timely for my kiss is my favorite sweet, I like it and I prove it is the origin of eroticism, the romantic motive, the dream of the poet, the spring of the inspired, the exciting moment, your lips set on fire. I like to bite the desire, to wake up wet, the mind-blowing flash, the fantasy of the lover, the excessive passion, the anteroom of the orgasm, the unpredictable sensation, the heat of the summer, the anxiety of the naughty, the virtue of the brazen, the prize for the cunning, the madness of the spontaneous, the glory for the the shy, the accomplished fact.