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Barely human

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I have developed a six sense,

cause I can’t describe the feeling
and I can’t name it just yet,
I just know it’s there, deep down.
Everything around you feels different;
the air, the space, time itself …my-self.
My whole body reacts to your presence
and I can feel you coming miles away.
It’s like a super power;
something I can not explain
but it manifests when I’m with you,
everytime I touch you,
or breathe close to you,
when I close my lips to your ear
and slowly blow words inside them,
when I bury my face in your hair
and just smell it
and it caress my cheeks.
It’s like a super power,
for the reaction it creates
It’s not natural,
It’s not human,
It just ain’t from this world.
Or maybe it’s an animal instinct,
a primitive reaction between us,
a magnetic force that bring us closer.
Whatever it might be
Whenever I’m with you
I’m barely human.

Broken dreams

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I’m giving up on my dreams
I’m giving up to follow yours
because with you I care for me
even if the flame dies in the journey

I’m pursuing an unreachable goal
I assigned myself an impossible task
always dreamed of changing the world
To erase the pain and inspire smiles

But I can not give up on you
and I won’t let you give up either
because by reaching your dreams
I might find myself in the process

I don’t know what it is to be selfish
I feel I’m failing either way I go
but certainly don’t want to fail you
I would much rather fail the world

So I give myself to you
take me whole in flesh and soul
cause for the child in me, I’m too old
but for the father, yet too young

The heat in a word

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I’m tied to a bed full of memories,
where every night I remember,
and every adventure is different
cause every adventure was new.

The thirst of this bed is insatiable
and the cold in this bed hurts my bones,
but the heat comes so sweet to my ears,
every night with your voice on the phone.

I hear the sound of your lips like a wind,
that blows away the fear of my skin
and my mouth awaits for their touch impatience,
willing to wet till the last of your lust.

My mouth wants to care your lips,
explore your skin and get lost in it,
to feel how it chill with every touch
and warm it later with a single kiss,
to go down your body and up your legs
and plant itself between your knees,
to feel how u mellow and melt to it,
to provoke an arch in your back,
to be in the right spot when you drip.