How my body responds under his skin, it's just the sweet rhythm of his soft moans, his touches under his body, and mine that jolts up, an unsolved ecstasy and a rush that takes over my head and heart. Then it's the shallow breaths, that we run out of often, we gaze into each others eyes, knowing it isn't enough, it could never have been, we both know that. We try to stop each time, it isn't good to let the emotions flow into wilderness, it has never been. That's when his eyes speaks words he never dared to express. It isn't easy until I reach out for him, pull him closer and closer, closest he has ever been, his lips part and I make my way. I am obliged to respond to him, then I am obliged to learn the language that he speaks, I learn it by hard as I read his lips, with mine and nothing sounds sweeter than that. As much I love him, I savour the energy, it's more like I love the way he feels and trust me I would be damned not to.
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Short Poems
PoesíaIt's all composed of my tears, smiles, fears, my dark days, my happy days and the days, and these poems are all that kept me together. Dedicated to those who left, and even those who stayed through out.
