February 15, 2017
When I first saw him, a spark awoke.
Slowly lighting up the candle that had long been off.
The resonance of his voice sounded of those of the gods.
His image, perfected by them, as if they took their own time to work on him.
Craving of his lips so pink and luscious, making me lust for them.
His eyes were as dark as the night sky.
Seeing a universe in him that he doesn't even know exists in him.
Creating my lust for him grow, wanting him in every way.
To feel his skin underneath my fingertips, to taste his sweet nectar.
To kiss his lips, just to satisfy my hunger.
To feel him caress my body, sending me to the heavens.
To feel him love me like I was the only thing that he needs to live.
Feeling him in me, making us become one soul, instead of being two.
To finally become man and woman united by our passion and desires.
To finally become his and only be his and for him to be mine and only mine.
He's the spark that grew into my flame.
~Noelia Mondragón
(Inspiration from CanitasGonzalez my lovely flame)
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The Depths Of My Heart
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