We were drunk enough
to embrace a dark oblivion
the steps were hazy, we fell
on a bed and lost our visions.
I don’t remember how it all started,
I just felt my hands groping your breasts,
caressing them, squeezing them while
your hands were inside my pants
stroking my cock, massaging my balls.
you were quick to take it all in mouth
at once and wet the tip with your malicious tongue, I felt the gags, earthquakes shivered my heart, drop some saliva for godsake.
Don’t be so rough, don’t make a beast out of me tonight, where I can tear your shorts and panties
and spank those tempting hips of yours.
Just don’t.
Category Archives: beauty
warmest nostalgia
wet pine trees,
the rain caressing the leaves,
a grey blanket, suffocates the green,
ice cold puddles, breeze and breath
I walk past, barefoot.
my toes cold enough to dream of summer,
towards the old house,
where the verandahs are free,
segmented and full of flowers.
the bed nearby astonishingly dry,
I sleep, beneath a velvet blanket
the air kept calling me,
the rain kept dreaming of me.
I wake up to a faint sun,
6:31 am , and warmth has melted,
smell this nostalgia,
now.
Longing
This heart, dosed on Chopin and Bach
Traces your voice, a subtle echo even , somehow,
What is silence to a room full of devoted hearts
waiting to bloom,
I know : ones without an unforgivable autumn
will wait and wait
my love, I seek a way out
to you and your summer.
In the end, the tress
Drizzle and disappear,
There is no night in this summer
someone spilled the sky’s heart red.
A Girl’s heart is never hers.
Call it a predicament,
Or the nature’s curse,
As soon the girl blossoms into a woman
her heart is never hers.
It belongs to the roots:
Her parents, her family,
Her unknown love, devoid of the sorrowful meetings.
A transaction she never prefers.
She sit in her balcony
For the sky teases her for sorrowful palette.
These wonders if everything, falls in her place
This heart transacted with a pulse of sorrow,
blooms into the autumn light of hope.
There is something about your face,
I wonder and wonder and never fail.
This heart somehow I feel is mine, tell me a price.
is it A knife, some blood, a meticulous sacrifice ?
Come back now, in the winter we promised.
Retrace yourself, somehow.
This heart deluded of our voices.
its our, for now. forever somehow
Make it the last sun,
the last moon,
the last meteor.
I want this time to last.
For chase me now, as you can,
As spring chases winter.
every then, somehow
SB
Yesterday
Yesterday I thought of you
And the yesterday before
It seems as if my yesterdays
Are full of nothing more.
It is not only yesterdays
of which you’ve entered in
For tomorrow is soon to come
Where more thoughts of you begin
to never end, dissolve or disappear.
This is my beautiful paradox.
My prison without keys
My evening without the sun
My heart without memory
For you are always there.
SB
Time
I tried talking but somehow couldn’t
I waited but it was not worthwhile.
How can I make you a moment,
and disappear forever
You stay and exist as a glass,
beautiful and untouchable ,
Even In my house of touches.
I am not the winter that dies,
Not the summer that is unbearable,
I am the moon,
I work on the tides.
Shall we dive once?
As you promised.
I need you in waves,
To drift wherever you want.
Just once again.
Black Warmness
Your hair floats
as a messy dark forest in wind,
Curled up like a serpent in a river
The eyes are chalices of sparkling wine
With lips drenched in deep untouched unknown colors.
A smile withers from you,
Tempting everyone bit by bit,
The neck is sculpted with intricate flesh,
an arch of collarbone is an icing on this cake
with a smell that can make you forget memories.
The curve moves its own way
Like breeze over rain
The bottoms round and soft
comforted within
the desirous coloring inners
thighs are melodies of your movement
with fair and soft toes
moving at the helm of tempting back.
The pink wet lips, drown my eyes, as my hands trace its origin slowly to your chin, tempting its way to below within the warm black dress
The bra unhooks from behind as my lips move ahead from your back to the shoulders and neck,
Close your eyes now and feel the touches in motion
Writings to Heaven 