Almost like a dream
pa' que quiero el cielo if I could touch you
if I could feel your lips
I can write endless poems over your flesh
with the tips of my fingers
bite your knees
taste your legs
as I hear you sigh... suavecito... y con pausas...
our only language is the tremble of your thighs
your sudden fast breathing
a moan.. or two
your *** over my hair
asi... we stay in passionate silence
almost like in a dream
we speak of broken times
except we do not speak
we write
asi holding you tight
as night waves passed by us
I catch your dreams
you slept
your lips spoke to mine
I learned to hear you with my flesh
never had silence being this sublime
“i like writing with you
it feels like a long poem... one that I enjoy...”
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
Almost like a dream
pa' que quiero el cielo if I could touch you
if I could feel your lips
I can write endless poems over your flesh
with the tips of my fingers
bite your knees
taste your legs
as I hear you sigh... suavecito... y con pausas...
our only language is the tremble of your thighs
your sudden fast breathing
a moan.. or two
your *** over my hair
asi... we stay in passionate silence
almost like in a dream
we speak of broken times
except we do not speak
we write
asi holding you tight
as night waves passed by us
I catch your dreams
you slept
your lips spoke to mine
I learned to hear you with my flesh
never had silence being this sublime
“i like writing with you
it feels like a long poem... one that I enjoy...”
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