Tag: poem

Breathless, wordless pt.2

I went to an unknown space looking for pleasure,
where my cruel intentions were set on manipulation,
but instead I ended up making love… Repeatedly,
until my soul left my exhausted body in precipitation.

My conscience woke me next to the empress,
but I didn’t want to let go, didn’t want you to leave.
The long night turned short wrapped in your legs,
and your lips had me locked like a trap for a bear.

I couldn’t dare to look away from your eyes,
every word you said was printed in my head,
even the words you spoke without letters.
My tongue was afraid to usurp your mouth,
because it didn’t want to disturb your gasps
or deprive the room of the lust in your moans.

Until time betrayed us while staring,
with the sun climbing up the window,
the night was over when we were starting.
You made yourself loose and my hands set free
but I wasn’t ready yet, to let you leave.

Breathless, wordless pt.1

I didn’t need to know you to realize I would fall in love,
before I saw you, I already knew how much I like you.
Because the words that made me wordless came from you,
even when it seemed I had all the answers, I was clueless
and when my lips finally met yours, I was left breathless.

Breathless…
Truth is I never caught my breath again.
When your clothes fell, so did I, so did I.
The pink tone of your skin that caught my eyes,
and when your eyes caught me staring…
I closed mine trying to make the moment less awkward,
but my mind was already wide open;
I had your body sketched in my head,
all different tones of your skin
and every shape and every curve.
I made a blueprint of you in a blink
Using the ink as landmarks in a landscape,
taking directions for the upcoming trip.
I raised my hands to explore you
and drove my mouth closer to taste,
when my nose caught the sweet smell of perfume,
The smell like a trademark that clouds my thoughts,
I left myself felt, I left myself fell.

The dark side

There’s something dark about you,
I just can’t say what or why.
It’s a feeling, it’s this state
that you pull me to, it’s the taste.
Maybe the smell of your hair
or the touch of your hands,
the way your eyes haunt mine,
the kiss from your soft pink lips
or the untold words they guard,
but every word is like a sweet treat,
except for the ones that say good bye.
I catch myself wishing to see you again,
not sure if because of the feeling
of your hands caressing my skin,
your tongue pleasing mine
or for the taunt of your look,
but definitely cause there’s something dark about you
…and I like it.