You don't know how beautiful is to find something more addictive than the beer in my left hand, and the ink coming out from my pen.
Something more powerful than the smoke in which i drown everyday.
Your touch creates earthquakes on my chest, while i smoke pot from your eyes
Now your eyes lock me in this temptation of kissing your being way down to your lust, and get lost between your legs, between the flesh and bone, between our souls.
To find a new taste in this words that i've been writing trying to immortalize the way your skin makes me feel, how it tears me down just to leave only my mind, naked with yours, but, i mean really naked, without all this flesh, fears, doubts, all this space between you and me.
To find a reason to not kill myself again inside this freak-out mind while you smile the pain goes out from my cells and my soul feels connected to the universe again.
But fuck the universe, i only want yours, that one inside you, that one that makes you smiles as you, that one that makes you dance how you dance, that make you laugh how you laugh, that one that calls at night to my savage unstoppable being, that complex universe in which i want to lost my years feeling at home.
But, how would you even fucking know how you make me feel.
