BrendaHazel

Women's body, white hills, white thighs, you look like the world in your attitude of delivery. My wild farming body undermines you and makes the son of the bottom of the earth jump.

And you tell me that you have the defeated breasts to wait for me, that your eyes hurt to have them empty from my body, that you have lost to the touch of your hands to feel this absence by the air, that you forget the hot size of my mouth. And you tell me that you know that I made myself in the words of repeating your name, of hitting my lips with the thirst to have you, to give my memory, registering it blindly, a new way to rescue you in kisses since the absence in the That you shout me that you are waiting for me. And you tell me that you are so made to this uninhabited leisure of my flesh that just your shadow is betrayed, that you are barely true in this darkness that the distance puts between your body and mine.

Today I want to love you I want to have you with me I want to live, and lose myself in my dreams, that dream that leaves me without air and unable to breathe. I close my eyes, and imagine your lips your lips hot, kissing my breasts until I make me pant. Then I feel your hands stroking my legs, my body heats up my blood accelerates and my heart shouts me more. Today I want to love you I want to go with my mouth every space in your body. I want to lose myself in your olive trees and delight with the taste of your wine. Today I have loved you in all the ways and ways in which a woman can love.