Oh! God, after the last metal detector,
of this day for me to pass through,
may the thorough body search to follow,
                                                         ­ *be done by that sultry lass,
                                                          i­n combat uniform,
                                                        ­  eyeing me with desire,
                                                         ­ every time I pass her station.

I love you the way I love you,     .

The way my fresh hair flutters past your lips.
The way this balmy blanket bundles you.
The way I kiss your chest as I'm held close.
The way my eyelash caresses your heart.
The way your Heartbeat must lull me to sleep.
The way our feet ****** and so twiddle.
The way I close my eyes and smile, with you.
The way I drift away so safe, with you.
The way I dream to be as such, with you.
The way I wake to see first, only you.

I Love you the way I Love you,     .

Winter,
covers the trees,
tenderly with fog,
                    and the flowers,
                    gift their fragrance,
                     to the mist to preserve;
                     like the memory of a lover,
                     forgotten after,
                     an intense season of love.
winter
acts on each one,
differently.
                     she said,
                     winter makes her skin,
                     crave for caresses;
                     she is a tree with secret hunger in winter.
                     I have known that all these years.
"my fruits
need your tender care,
all through the winter days"
she murmurs in my ear.
                           I love winter
                           touching me here and there,
                           like a shy bride, curious but timid.
I sense her tender fingers,
creep on to my body,
under the cover.
I get enraptured
by her  amorous touch.
I wake up and pretend
not to notice the ingression,
as it pleases me so much.

You are solitude wearing pink,
I am gravity in black,
ardently seeking,
an elusive something.

*let's walk the winding distances,
search for the hidden that
that counts only for us.

Eager morning light,
              nibbles her little by little;
*isn't it quite evident?
               she is  dainty and fresh!

you know what love is

but you're a devil heart,

that will never share

secrets of a heartbeat.

and I know that look

in your eyes,

already planning ways

to tear out my heart

to taste the pulsing flesh.

looking from below,
                               my eyes fix,
on your pleasure contorted face,
in the acute urgency,
of a lush, leafy tree,
                             undulating sinuously,
in the hands of
                           the winds of sensuality,
**at the very moment of
                                    efflorescence.

the marks formed by ruthless tables, i can live without.
the bruises blossoming from falling too many times,
are of no beauty to me.
the scars from too many lost battles, bring joy
(for a little while)
but your marks, bright and vibrant.
your bruises, beautifully blue, yellow and purple,
are my new tattoos, the gun, your teeth.
the scratches etching my back, my blood under your nails,
my cells speckled.
this canvas, your work of art.
this exhibition, your dominance.
none other shall stain me.
i apply the pressure, perceive the throb.
come back, my brute, my savage, my demon,

love bites, i seek.
love bites, i need.