Foste minha na cidade negra.
No miradouro mais alto beijei a tua nuca
Num lago de sereias perdi-me nas tuas coxas
Entrelacei os meus dedos nos teus cabelos
Oh, perdição! Cabelos suaves que derreteram os meus dedos.
Ansiei por ti a casa segundo
E cada gota vinda do céu lembrava que não era um sonho.
Senti os teus lábios, carnudos, joviais
Embriagados de loucura e êxtase
Amaste-me
Amei-te.
Entregaste-te a mim como a lua ao céu nocturno,
Quando Apolo correu, desapareceste
Fugaz, instantânea, um floco de neve no meio do oceano
Arrancaste do meu peito errante juras de amor eterno
Num fogo de saudade ardentes que irrompem no meu ser.
Não és minha na cidade dourada.
Daria o sol, para te ter só de noite.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
An entire day should be dedicated to consecutive ******* cheesy words, meaningful silence, heavy breathing, sweat and that ending exhaustion and relief for having someone to share with all of those above
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Months go by and the
seasons change, but the lust for
you remains the same.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
I'm now pretty sure I love her.
She's just so beatiful. I love her smile, her hair. her touch. It's ridiculous. I'm a 15 year-brat again.
But I love her
It's a shame she's dead now
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Trough the slims-infected forests
Across the snow-cried mountaintops
Walk walk and walk, but the swamps and the solitude won’t end
You can’t run, you’re ready to die, and all you ask for is not to cry
You see the end of the line.
It’s close, too close; you can’t face it so you try to escape it.
It’s worthless; your heart starts to fail
Your blood won’t sail
Your bones start to crack
You try to scream, but your voice stays back.
The light’s getting closer.
You start to pray
You’re afraid of the pain
The forest is getting darker
The sun disappears and the wolfs start to howl.
The moon appears and your tears dry out.
Alone, afraid, lost in no man’s land
You hear the scream of the demons getting closer.
You make peace with all the mistakes you’ve made.
The screams get closer, the light is arriving.
You beg to be painless
But the demons are starving
Tonight you are the pray
And they shall feast on you
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC