Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
A Tango Mar 2017
Ang alak na ito ang magiging dahilan
kung paano kita malilimutan,
kahit sandali.
Sa alak na ito
ibubuhos ko ang bawat luha
na hindi ko na maiiyak.

Naalala ko pa
kung paano naglapat
ang mga labi natin sa isa’t isa.
Tulad ng kung pa'no
dumampi ang labi ko
sa bibig ng boteng hawak ko ngayon.
Bawat halik ay mapait
ngunit 'di kasing pait ng beer
na madalas kong inumin.

"Isa pang bote diyan!"
Meron pa bang mas malamig
sa pagtrato mo sa'kin?

Lasing na ako.
Lango na ako
sa pagmamahal ko sayo.
Nilunod ko na ang sarili sa alak,
ngunit ang puso ko
ay parang walang balak
na bumitaw sa'yo.
A Tango Feb 2017
To call you
is to see you
That you’ll knock
on my door
then undress me
to the bedroom floor

To touch you
is to feel you
As you lay your fingers
on my skin
so gently
it makes my head spin

To kiss you
is to taste you
Kiss me through the night
and let you
hold me tight

To taste you
is to lick you
You kiss me fiercely
as I close my eyes
and lick the gap
between my thighs

To lick you
is to pleasure you
As you continue
to flick your tongue
Hear me moan
like a song unsung

To pleasure you
is to please you
*But you’ll just spend the night
in my bed
and leave me there
when you go ahead
A Tango Feb 2017
You’re like a coffee that sends a buzz
Exhilirating;
a kind of rush

As I take a sip,
I remember the time how you kept me awake
Oh, that steamy night with hot kisses…
Mmmmmm..
like this freshly brewed coffee I have in hand

All day I could savor
the aroma and flavor
I love how it taste
Just like how I tasted you


**But like a coffee stain, you leave a mark
You left a spot here in my heart
A Tango Feb 2017
The spaces
between my fingers
are meant to be
filled with yours

Our palms kissing
while our fingers
intertwine
A Tango Feb 2017
He is a prose
she's about to write

She is an art
he's imagining to draw
A Tango Feb 2017
I want you to use your hands;
not to hold
but to caress me.

I want you to use your fingers;
not to point out my flaws,
but to touch me
and give me a tingling sensation.

I want you to use your lips;
not just to speak
but to kiss
and in other ways
to use your mouth.


**Can you use
not only your senses
but also your heart?
A Tango Feb 2017
You wanted to hold me
but you can’t.

You’re like my version of Edward Scissorhands.

Everytime you try to hold me,
your blades get in the way.

I bled.

My hands were wounded deep.
That’s what I got
for trying to cling onto you.

I didn't mind the damage.
I thought I was numb enough
to hold on to you
but I was just hurting myself.

You’re scared.

Not because you inflict pain to others.
You’re afraid to see
how people bled for you


and that’s what hurts you too.
Next page