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From separate bedrooms

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I don’t need to tell you how bad I want you,
my half-smile says more than it should
and the look in your eyes reacts as expected.

Though my stance looks calm, is not how I feel,
like your lips filled with tenderness,
yet they’re not what they seem.

I’ve been waiting to get you closer, the perfect occasion.
In every inch of your body put the proper attention,
redraw each of your tattoos with dedication
taking all your skin in consideration.

Truth is, I’ve had dreams about the moment
where I bend you to my recreation as I please
and lace your hair between my fingers,
enjoying the view that time allows to see;
that tattoo on your back that draws the bad in me.

More than once I’ve played with you in my sheets;
I get to taste your lust from the inside out
and fill us both with sweet desire, desiring…
to find crumbs of reality in these fantasies.

The desire that drives the ark in your spine
and echoes the moan of pleasure you can’t hold
Brings us to concur some other night,
allowing us to share behind separate doors.

Everything, from the smell of your hair in my face,
to the sweet tone in your voice when you moan,
to the touch and the taste of your skin…
are slowly bringing me to succumb into sin.

Breathless, wordless pt.3

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There have been other eyes looking at me now,
yet they don’t have that look that burned my skin,
even this naked body sleeping next to mine
can’t give me that heat sensation that pleases my mind.

I know the damage has been done
and “Broken” might describe best the situation.
Now healing might look far from the equation
but it’s not enough reason for me to forget;
who you are, who I am, what we were
and what have been done of ourselves.

I’m wide awake with my sanity at stake,
and wide aware of my mistakes,
but never felt nor feel regret,
cause I’ve been caged for too long
yet wrapped in you I tasted the freedom
Even if once again I’m left alone.

The first time we shared our breath
I catch a glimpse of light,
now I fear the darkness one more time.
I’ve been a coward all my life,
hiding from reality with every gasp
because fantasy is easier to grasp.

Yet those nights in your breasts
you didn’t left room to the imagination,
in my fantasy there’s no better creation.
When you became the sin in my lust,
the doubt in my emotions,
the reminiscence of my dreams,
the haunt of my thoughts,
the muse of my best poem,
the one I wrote in your soul,
the ghost, the woman, the light.
What won’t I sacrifice,
To share my bed one more night.

Breathless, wordless pt.2

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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.