Early Morning Delirium

Poem

You can try it,
¿You like?,
You will notice,
how nice that caress would be for me,
maybe as much as you ...

I could take you in arms.
After a blushing laugh on your part,
I would bite your lips gently
Your neck has already fallen ...
Attack,

¿Your lips next to mine your chest rumbles?
With that thaw in the belly,
endorphin running through your arms
and that tingling just below the chest.

¿Dare to continue?
You know, your sad lips
they could stifle mine,
if your arms that you feared,
now they cling to you,
I will not resist to reproach another kiss mordelón,
in your tender lips.
Because your body now holds mine ...
And I take care of yours.

Sweet instant, where I put you in front of me
and my hands are around your waist,
the smell of your hair,
and that gentle path from your neck to your shoulder ...
Slow and erizante way that ...
Your back reflects with pleasure
in a faint movement.

I could dawn reciting you
but I have you away sweet victim of mine
sweet and shy ...
Shooting inside you
afraid of your desire
tell me:
Do not you long for my words in this loneliness?
Maybe the doubt hits you,
but ... More appropriate is your curiosity,
that stops the blow and sows,
attenuates wanting to please,
your doubts.

Maybe dance in your mind,
Maybe I'll wait in it ...
you would not want to have me there,
without first looking up
and feel the breeze caress your face ...
Anda sighs by my side
make me your slave,
a slave that makes you feel what I have told you ...

And if this is not enough for you,
swim in your skin ...
Piece by piece,
kiss for kiss,
nibbling your being.
I could hear the whisper of your hands
feel the burning of your skin,
of mine,
the cry of your voice in such submissive silence.
And still ... I would lose myself in that look
that look,
that tells me too much without words,
without brakes,
without fear,
... Without the world.

Listen finally your decision ...

You have dyed the moon red ...
I did not want to see that crimson
go through the skin,
your skin,
that my hands should go ...
Your eyes that dazzled mine
Now little by little they lose their brightness.
Gray.
Look without looking.
Your body that clung to mine,
now try to be part of the ground
Sweet victim of mine, your answer has condemned our moment.
Maybe I should cry,
¿Should I be the one who now looks at the moon?
In that recent solitude,
¡Do not...!

It will be me who takes your body
and deliver it to the cloak of the night,
so, dream,
Every day…

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