Be me
Anything I do, let me be with you.
And night and day.
Let me be the life of Java, let it be a dream.
Everything I do, be you.
And tears and laughter.
Be my virtue, be my sin.
Anything I do, let me be with you.
And happiness and sadness.
Be my sky, be my sun and rainbow.
Everything I do, be you.
And desire and passion.
Be my look, be my voice.
Anything I do, let me be with you.
And courage and fear.
Be the heartbeat of my heart, be my breath.
Everything I do, be you.
And fire and ice.
Be my wormwood, be my honey too.
Anything I do, let me be with you.
And joy and pain.
Be what you keep, what you love.
Everything I do, be you.
And strength and will.
Be more beautiful to me than anyone else.
Anything I do, let me be with you.
And hell and heaven.
Be my beginning, be my end too.

I have seen an angel, wearing one of its broken wings, crying, holding the pen to write but had nowhere to translate his writing. In the other hand, he held his wounded soul, as if the heart vanished in silence, I wanted to know if it was pain or the fact of not being able to fly or write sad, I went to see him and I saw with stupor, that I looked like.
The angel is not sad, just lay as a spring inside because he is not allowed to fall from heaven.
An angel cries, when the light of the soul has gone out when a wing has broken and we are condemned to walk among mortals when it changes its brightness to embrace and surrender its life.
An angel weeps when love has gone and the fast-flowing river has dried up of innocence, of beauty, of the subtlety of the enamored soul, seeing the legs of the mired souls who have lost the gift of walking, between stanzas of poetry, that they have lost the gift of opening their hearts, to the love that lives hidden among stories, between stories and prophecies, they have lost their amazement and surprise, they have lost the gift of love.
An angel cries, when love has gone to oblivion when the hooting of the wind cannot overcome the deep silence of a love that has departed or a friendship disguised as deception.
An angel cries knowing that someone has left, walking after other steps on a lost path, dressed in mourning because his mission and reason for existence are over.
Losing a wing, only means, becoming human and not being able to love, forgetting how to dream, what love is like and how it is to truly love, from the depths of the soul, without letting ourselves be embraced.
Therefore, in a distant path, where dream and reality come together, where dreams of past lives become future realities, there, where the name awaits perennial, where the light baggage becomes, where the word floats and the letters spill beyond the dream of dreams itself, on the threshold of the crow that perches on the lintel, beyond the mortal body and soul, where beings and ghosts are one, forgetful of journeys and captive souls, in the secluded corner, hidden obscurity that seizes, where the wind and the mist listen silences and the crowd in lost dawns, in your memory that lathe, smoke of molten ash, in the desperate cry, oppression of vague prejudices, in the muddied mind, poisons of tormented blood, beyond name and disorder, in normal sanity of madness, on the other side of this masquerade, hiding unbridled passions.
There, distant lands of blessed insolence, in wind and fire, air and smoke, in the dream of dreams.
There and only there, I will find the name of an Angel with broken wings.

Try not to become a person of success
    but rather a person of value.....

Try not to want more
    but to be grateful for what you have....

Try not to judge those that you see
    but to think of what they would see

Be kind, be humble, give a smile now and then
    you may just make someone's day..

Can you taste the passion in poetry?
Poetry holds me like my invisible mother
Poetry is the tissue that wipes my depression away
It defines my birth date
Poetry flows in my red blood cells
It keeps reproducing poetic chemicals for my body
Poetry is produced in my heart, like the eternal life of love for my daughter

Poetry is loyal to me
It creates the essential vitamins for survival
God prescribes poetry to my divine destiny
Poetry produces different weather every day
Poetry combs my hair
Talks to me on school days
Poetry is the contractions that my mother endured
Can you taste poison or passion for poetry?

I was born during
The new moon phase
Of the lunar cycle.
Under the sign of Aries.

Naively optimistic
The stars of the heavens
Sparkle in my eyes.

A never-ending
Passionate enthusiasm
For ideas, causes, and love.

Always leading me
And those who follow
On grand adventures.

A strong imagination
And a willingness to act
Before thinking things through,
May make for some mistakes.

Yet this is the way
That feels most right
And is the secret
For keeping me happy.

“In the silence”

When you find that you are not alone,
do you feel a bit more than yourself
such that whoever shares with you
need not be physically with you,
because they somehow are,
inexplicably and truly?
that their revelation
begets relevance
in turn, energy...
in turn, mass...
more You?

I would suggest
you weren’t alone
in those dark times...
that the one who waited
always waited… unaware
of what they would become
when someone reached out
haltingly, doubtingly, anxiously
to taunt, if slightly, a feared reality.
Each of us waits unaware just outside
a sphere of another’s painful incredulity.

Might we all take just a moment to listen
to the thrumming static for voices?
searching, uncertain yet open to
possibilities of union, of hope?
As hearing one emboldens,
what of hearing yet more?
Might connections fortify
or multiply in ways
not yet known
by trusting(!)
in Fear?

That power is
ripe for mining but
intentionally avoided,
for we see it as unknown.
I say we should craft it into
weaponry… its own demise,
as it’s hold on anyone is in fact
lesser than our collective desires
to connect, to share, to live unalone.
It is time we were no longer I and I and I.
We, in the silence, are together… always.

it's going to be one of those nights my dear
the room will steam and echo with your cries of pleasure
primal urges are mounting within my core
your body before me so tempting, so beautiful
this ravenous beast in me is not long to be contained

your very scent intoxicates me calling my soul to join
the room spins and my blood boils as madness overtakes
your lips pout waiting for my kisses slow and deep
gently I **** on your tongue and dance about your checks
breath held as my mind envisions what is yet to come

reaching for you, pulling you into my firm, hard physique
feeling your body melt and mold to mine
temperatures rising hot as I caress your lithe form
tracing down lovely curves lingering on familiar parts
breathing in the aroma of your lust ridden wilds

I take you, my swollen desire hard against your flower
juices of passion flow from your womanly well
the silky creamy softness of your gentle folds open to me
I push in slow and deep, as far as I can and linger there
incredible is the feel of your walls closing in hugging me

pulling back slowly almost completely out then back in
passionate, methodical, holding you, caressing your body
pumping in and out and in and out, faster, harder
desires no longer under control only lust, fevered lust
pounding your passion pool, splashing your waters

the room shrieks with raging screams of longings fulfilled
your body writhes and bucks in the height of ******
waves crashing down over us, and I too burst
we are a pounding, pulsating sensation of climatic fervor
here with you, wrapped in my arms, you make me believe in forever...

Sometimes I like to fly high without the need to take airplanes
I do not know better wings than the imagination
No better engine than the heart
I recognize pain because I have felt it
And happiness because I've lived it
I have learned to love however I do not know what it is to hate
I still think hatred is for cowards
And love for the brave
I have bitten the dust on so many occasions that I smell the earth from afar
I know of defeats and failures rather than victories
And I have tried more the soil than the sky
But in the end I always get up to look at the enemy with height
When I refer to enemies I also speak of myself
I have become fond of the vertigo that precipices produce me
And to a continuous line of tachycardias of the day to day of this life
I still have my eyes full of hope
And although my hands hurt to scratch so much dirt
I will always find a time to write all the words
If I want something, it's that I do not get stuck
In the end, happiness is simple
I just ask for some paper and ink
And enough strength not to give up
That every morning I decide to move
And so the world will move with me
To follow,
Keep writing ...
Laughing more than crying
Loving more than hating
Learning and reinvented
Allowing me to be human at one time ...
Follow and continue
And never stop doing it...

There is a destiny that makes us brothers
None goes his way alone
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.

My soul hungers for what my hands long to touch, I can still feel you, your fingers run through my mind from dusk till dawn, searing their way through my veins, shocking me with their heat, my every heartbeat cries out your name, my heart pounds wildly, such energy floods me as I surrender to its power, calling out to you to come and ******* sweet surrender.

I can feel your scent filling my lungs, your mouth perfectly matched to mine, your nose caressing my flesh, your tongue reaching out to meet my moist lips, to my fluff covered nest, your fingertips floating across my heaving sea, diving deep into my ocean, swimming swiftly, shattering my insides with waves of heat and I am drawn to the height of a pulsating swell.

Your touch soothes my spirit, softly kissing my soul, feeding me, quenching my thirst, tearing me inside out, as you take me away from where I would never dare to leave, condemning me to surrender my all to you, keeping me captive, a prison from which I have no key to escape, you will forever roam in the quiet fields of my soul.

I had been seeking a place to land and arms to fall safely into until you came along and shook my core, soothing my heart as it skips its beat, bathing me in your eternal bliss, where I rest my bones, your quiet strength, a sense of home and on your shores, I lay my head, the gentle laps, a placed bed, my fears, and walls turn into avenues of complete trust and devotion.

You are my most intimate desire, the one who truly owns my heart, and the only one who can satisfy all the desires that burn deep within my soul, you've imprisoned my heart within yours, making it a prisoner of your heartbeat, for your ways of feeding it and it'll always beat for you and only you.

Trust is earned,
respect is given,
and loyalty is demonstrated.  
     Betrayal of any one of those
           is to lose all three.

Not everything I write,
Is all about me.

There are times,
When a picture
Speaks words.
Or a thought,
Sparks an idea or two.

In fact,
Most of the time
It isn't personal
At all.

Well, and then again,
Maybe sometimes,
It is.

He held her safe,
  much like an enclosed confessional.
    Mesmerized by a lustful tango of penance.

She was baptized in His sin.
  An angel, wings deflowered.
    Little did He know her
      confession would become His salvation.

She... an awakening redemption to Him.

Come and lay with me, my love. Come to bed with me and let us feel our skin touch each other's skin. Come lay with me and put your leg over mine and give me your sweet kisses of love that I so desperately need from you and only you.

Come lay with me and let me make love to you this night so that we may feel as one together. Let me bring you wave after wave of pleasure and make you know that you are loved like no other has ever loved you or ever will, so that we may once again prove to the world that our love is the perfect love.

Come lay with me and let us sleep in each other's arms all night. Let us feel as though we are the only two people in the world. Let us both feel safe knowing it's our world together in our love.

Come lay with me my love....lay with me and let me love you like I need to love you this night and every night...forever.

Today I woke up with those desire to write,
In your body my lyrics about your photo
Today I'll start, explore. Your body with my tongue warm.. and wet between your mind and your body, so that you feel in the corners, deeper like nights,,
Today I write with the soul of my being, describing every part of you....
Among my lips, succumb to the groans, of l pleasure among them....
Today I woke up with the cravings, crazy to leave the prints of my scent,
Impregnated with my smell in you taxed companies in gold letters,
I will leave a thousand forms of deliveries hello lived under the custody of your gaze by observing the low instincts, of my wickedness between my lips, feeling in every whimper squirm like the flames of hell
I am the tempest that calms your thirst, of your being....
I'm the one who's volcano throwing the ashes, the woman resurfaces,,..
Between her licking the flavors of your body, I'm the one who moans and makes you vibrate
The memory and the fragrances.. of your body inflame my senses, wake up the revived between my hands she grabbed it delighted **** my lips *******, while you play with me...
You die and **** and I moan again, like crazy.. to feel so harmonious in my body...
Today I woke up playing with my body, in your name.... tasting with my hands, suddenly you arrive in your moment and you sent me with so much dementias.... scream raising your hands to heaven.... enjoying and scratching your body ,, with ms hands frantic, succumb my desire on your lips leaving the honeys of me..
On your lips, thirsty of thirst suffocating your body with the sway of your skin as exquisite as that of your skin as sweet as honey, today I deliver pleasure as the sunrise in you shines

The ink is ready
  The pen is set
     The book is open
         The paper is fresh..

Now sit back
  And watch

As she comes back
  To life

Apparently, everyone is busy
  with their lives, and their problems;

So if someone is making an effort
  to make you smile...

....Appreciate it....

Those among us rise and shout
I've got the virus please get it out
Pray for it to be untrue
Life has changed for me and you
Let no stones go unturned
The bodies pilled as they burn
Misfortune overturned
Life on pause .hopelessly concerned

Never planned to get up n get the *** out
Sit on the porch and watch the sky fall down
Poor man's fitting end .gonna go out like I came in. nowhere to run they won't you go hide. please don't get to close as you walk by

I stand corrected. never seen no **** like this. thought I'd seen it all until the pandemic set in

Those among us rise and shout
I've got the virus please get it out
Pray for it to be untrue
Life has changed for me and you
Let no stones go unturnd
The bodies pilled as they burn
Misfortune overturned
Life on pause .hopelessly concerned

Until you
I was just an expressionless face
in a sea of smiles
begging to be free
longing to be wanted
dying just to feel—
a heartbeat against mine.
Until you
I only knew tears of pain
screams of rage
and at my very lowest,
indifference.
Until you
Hope was a word
on a crumpled piece of paper
used to light all of my dreams
on fire and watch them burn
Until you
I was just feet on the ground
racing to catch
the smallest shred of who I once was
and who I never could be
Until you
There were no colors
to paint a future with
And no single reason to try
Until you
and now
because of you

Confuse them with your silence
     shock them with your actions.....

This ache, this ache,
that dwells inside,
leaves nowhere for me
to run and hide.

It controls my mood,
and clouds my mind,
it wears on my soul, and
leaves my heart confined.

My compass is broken,
I can't trust my thoughts
this sadness I feel has me
******* in knots.

Me! If your wicked little girl who eats every inch of your body in these dark nights the one who is a demon in your burning wishes, quenching your thoughts on the nights of madness, that I am the evil who enjoys your living flesh throbbing between my lips succumb to The high hell calsinandose among the lowest passions... in my hells.

Me your little girl. Profane your body with the delight of my cravings itself,...
Turning it into a sublime, ecstasy between beehives of the hells that consumes, every space,
From your virile member ami craving
Devouring your skin in my cavída putting and pulling every moan, of our feeling.... between the walls screaming and moaning in this osdcurida of the wicked nights, I your little girl who brings the taste between the lips of your sweaty.. permeating In the skin, your scent of man.. that makes me travel between hell and glory I your little girl.. the one who plays with your body. Me your sadistic little girl and the one who devours your *** and the one who enjoyed in my cravings infinite madness, only I revealed your prostituciónes, and I discover your nakedness with my lips.. and I don't get rid of you because you know I'm Perverse

Missing you

Sometimes we miss
those who love us,
We miss the way that they held us,

Making us feel like
we can see past anything,
Then we feel as through,
we aren't good
enough for them,

We miss their inner touch,
They way they feel
when they are home,

When they are gone we
miss them even more,
Cause our brains react differently,

In a way, we can't even describe yet,
Come to open a bottle
that you can't
Turn is more devastating
then any torture,

All we want is a lover and a friend,
To have us all to our selves,
Treat us with the upmost respect,

Then they wanna go bash are only
Hearts, Making us feel
like we don't
Even belong to them,

When you kiss them a
body is singling
A sign through is most precious
Gift, it goes straight to
our beloved heart's,

Even though our hearts
have been through enough,
All we want is to find the person,

That can hold us through the night
To make our bodies feel
like we are one
Big moon,

Passion and desire
Is the most feeling in the world
We get moist when they come
Back to our home,

Even when they are inside our hearts
You'll be thinking
like the moon in this
Picture,

Wishing we can have like those two
Love birds in the clouds,
Feeling free and believing anything
Is possible,

When you see that they are you up there.
and thinking about how
did we become what we are today,

That's because we painted a picture
To show everyone that true love can
Happen,

It will show you another side
Making you be the one that you are
Missing in your life.

In the depths of the heart, where emotions reside,
Lies the ink of the soul, a river that can't hide.
A potent elixir, flowing through our veins,
It paints our experiences, our joys, and our pains.

With every beat, it pulses, a rhythm unique,
Writing stories untold, in a language so mystique.
Words woven together, forming intricate threads,
Expressing the thoughts, that dance in our heads.

The ink of the soul, it knows no bounds,
It captures the essence, of life's profound sounds.
It weaves tales of love, of longing, and desire,
Igniting the sparks, that set our souls on fire.

In every stroke, it reveals a hidden part,
A glimpse into the depths, of a vulnerable heart.
It bleeds onto pages, or whispers in the wind,
A reflection of the soul, where true selves rescind.

Sometimes it's vibrant, like colors of the dawn,
Painting dreams and hopes, as a brand-new morn.
Other times it's somber, like shadows in the night,
Expressing the darkness, that seeks to take flight.

But through it all, the ink of the soul remains,
A testament to the human spirit's resilient strains.
It speaks of resilience, of courage, and of grace,
Echoing the stories, that time cannot erase.

So let us embrace, this ink from within,
And let it guide us, as we begin again.
For it is through its flow, that we find our truth,
A testament to the beauty, of the human soul's sleuth.

I speak for you my love
As you lie in the dense forests of my thoughts
Your whispered chirpings
Gives me a sigh of relief
And I know that you have not flown away
I wish you to be secure in my palms
At least as you are my security
The sky dims
Time for rest
I urge you to be by my side while I sleep
But you may be secure in your nest in some branch of the tree in my forest of thoughts
Perhaps you have found a partner
A sole mate to give you company for life
When I wake in the morn
I have worries and chores to do
The sky beautiful
With the Godly sunrise
And I think of writing
Missing you all the while
Seeing you with your flock
I know perhaps you are living life
May be with your little ones in your nest
And you will bring food
To their hungry beaks
As you are with mother nature
Yet in my forest of thoughts
You were created by my love
And you will subside in me
I have found an avenue in my life
I smile every time I think of you
And you are my first and only love
As I have given you shelter in my forest of thoughts forever
To live in my heart till eternity ends in the comos of the Universe !!!!!!

We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being failed by our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot continue in love without being stronger than our brokenness.

Sometimes deciding
  who you are is
deciding who you'll
  never be again....

Your fingers slowly dip below my waist,
traveling at an oh so sensuous pace.

The lower you go,
the quicker my anticipation builds.
My heart beats faster
bracing for that explosive thrill.

Your touch has me moaning oh so softly and deep,
begging for more.
Your hot passionate kisses;
I can't resist and simply adore.

Oh, I can feel it, I can feel you,
as I crest on such a high.
A place only you can take me,
on this oh so incredible ride.

Baby, do it again, again, again and again.
I can never get enough
of this our delightful sin...

He wove all the secrets
   of his heart....

Into Poetry....

Remembering the songs, I played,
When I was learning long ago.
But over time my interested strayed,
My life was always on the go.
~
I sat there looking at the keys,
Then I started playing a tune.
The joy of it put me at ease,
I played throughout the afternoon.
~
The Eighty-eight keys called to me,
They began making me smile.
Playing music, I was set free,
Suddenly, it felt so worthwhile.
~
I remembered walking away,
Because it was taking to long.
Much too young I wanted to play,
With my friends is where I belong.
~
My love for music still remained,
Back then it made no difference.
My reasons were never explained,
It was childish ignorance.
~
Somethings are never forgotten,
It’s all coming back as I play.
The beauty is unforgotten,
I could play music all day.

Choice...
is the most powerful tool we have.  
Everything boils down to choice.  
We exist in a field of infinite possibilities.  
Every choice we make shuts an infinite
number of doors and opens an infinite
number of doors.  At any point, we can
change the direction of our lives by a
simple choice.  It is all in our hands,
our hearts, and our minds.

I hear your voice calling softly on the breeze
the air has the same sweetness as did your kiss
the winds blow an early chill that shivers my flesh
but my thoughts warm to the memories of a love past
and my body aches for missing your touch

long, lonely nights with too much time to remember
remembering your kisses, your caress, your touch
my lips part ever so slightly as when our tongues danced
I can feel you in my arms, silken skin and sinewy muscle
and I am lost in your embrace and my dreams

memories flood my mind of desires and pleasures
of making love and lust and passion bursting loud
I am still here, vibrant and alive and needing love
you were a part of me, of my soul, now you're gone
this body, this flesh has desires and needs and wants

my heart will be forever yours, meant for eternity
our essence, our energy, our immortal souls
we were destiny to find one another and we did
time and time again we find our way back to each other
but until we do again, forgive me for the life I choose...

Butterflies
cannot see their wings.  
But the rest of the world can.  
You...
You are beautiful
and while you may not see it,
We can!

words are simply weak confessions
  sentences strung together cannot give adequate expression
vivid pictures still fail to give accurate impressions
  of just how deep we feel our endless depression

If I could have your hands
between mine and your eyes fixed on my eyes,
if I could have you every day,
I swear that my heart would give you for the
confines of the universe, my soul with yours would fly,
lighting the day and without hesitation ...
"My world of yours would be"

The perfect kiss....

So deep it takes your breath away

and you feel no need for air

the ecstasy of a kiss

is your oxygen,

as your heart beats faster

your lips are blissfully synchronized,

a burst of pleasure that only a kiss can give

Writing allows
  me to let go
    of my past...

I can always
  go back...

With the
  turn of
    a page...

Water cascades around us
You and I alone
This world keeps on going
They don't even know

Our waterfall storm brings light upon us
Flashing on my sins
The warmth of our two bodies
And the taste of your sweet skin

Hard against my soft flesh
Salty sleek with torrential rain
One place soft and another rough
No place is ever the same

Sweet surrender happenings
Hands of his on tender skin
Her sky lights up and his thunder answers
Lips of a woman exploring him

The rain...oh how it glistens
Our features perfectly right
Funny still nobody knows
What we do this and every night

Water all around me
Your fingers in my hair
Rain on my face
So hot though my body is bare

Back against a wall of rock
My legs around your waist
Our bodies pressed together
We no longer need to wait

My palms press down your back
You tightly grip my thighs
My face pushed to your chest
Muffling my cries

I feel you make me whole
My rain on your soaked skin
Steady rhythm flowing
Deeper thrusts within

I dig my nails into your back
Feeling such a rush
Pleasure indescribable
Your love almost too much

Burning passion sensation
Wet sleeked skin so bare
You feel so **** incredible
Ecstasy without a care

Arching back and shaking hands
We cry out into the night
The storm surrounds our voices
With our bodies pushed so tight

Come out of me and brace me up
My legs too weak to stand
I close my eyes and kiss you
Release my trembling hands

Thunder breaks our silence
Roaring out it shall call
Lightning strikes, what's done is done
After all...our rain remembers all

A Love I Seek

There is a love I so desperately seek
I will never stop searching for it
To find the other half of my heart
The half that makes my soul sing
My missing puzzle piece

There will be one
That begins where I end
And dreams the same dreams
Who can envision what I see
Who understands my insanity
Yet grounds me and keeps me sane

I want the companionship of a best friend
The protection of a father
The intense passion of a lover
A soul mate
For life

I don't seek material things
Someone to grow old with
Enjoy the days and nights with
A hand to hold until the end
When we temporarily say until we meet again

No road is easy
Of this I am sure
But knowing you are right beside me
Fighting the fight
I promise you
I will never give up
On you, me, or us

When I find him
I will simply ask
Will you
Walk with me through this life
Share with me all you have to give
Hand me your heart

If you say yes
I vow to you
I will protect your heart for an eternity
And even that won't be long enough
To be with you

My promise to you
Is to love you
Honor you
Be a 50/50 partner
On this journey of our life

I knew one day
I would find you
My life is now complete
Take my hand, my love
And let's take the first steps
Of our beautiful life

I need so much to lay next to her, to hold her hands and talk about everything.
I need to make her smile and give her kisses on her cheek.
I need to kiss her lips and run my hands up her sides
and to pull her close to me.
I need to fall asleep with her in my arms, knowing that once and for all, everything is going to be okay.

I need to be worthy of her.
To amaze her with the love I can give to her.
Allow me to ruin her expectations that she could have
for anyone else.

It hurts so much to be separated.
Our souls are connected. I believe they always have been.
We have lived a thousand lives and we have always found
one another in each of them. Maybe each time we've been forced apart for the same reasons.

I sometimes ask myself why do we have what we have?
Why do we love?
What power would allow us to love so deeply if it were not meant to be and so right to do so?
We both know deep down in our hearts we were meant to be together and have been throughout time.

We live with the ache and sadness that comes with how things are right now and we pray for the strength to endure. To have the patience to continue to believe and keep hope alive in our hearts.

I ask Him to forgive the sinner that I am and to please guide me to the peace I pray to have one day. To see the price I have paid in my life and all that I have given up in my attempt to be a good woman. I ask for mercy and to allow me the love I never thought I would find in my lifetime.

I believe we all deserve that one true love that was meant to be, That one soul that connects perfectly with another. No matter what we go through in our lives, I believe that connection will always exist. Its only up to us to be fortunate enough to find it in our lifetime. I hope we can all find it this time around.

With the delight of the hectic breath of my body over your body night, between my late and efforts, this anxiety Mia from you, you leave me stunned and my window has arrived the first rays of sun, in this raw Aurora, so today I woke up Playing with those desire to write; I have your dark cravings to do it in your naked body, your perverse letters full of lust, and infamous sadism of tearing your skin in my skin like I don't have you, I'll do it on your photo Explore your ways with my lustful and poisoned tongue, which moves, and purloin that is full of passion, oh, you feel my humidity!, that between your mind and your body, and I will do curses, so that you feel me in every nook of Your Body, in the deepest corners of your being, as well as you feel the warm nights...;
There is an accomplice in your soul, the one I want to decipher, today I write with the provision of my soul and the pleasure of my being, trying to write to you; there are emergencies in my of your honey, on my lips, for To be able to succumb between your groans, whispers screaming guttural, those filled with pleasure; I woke up with crazy cravings, that
Left the prints of my scent and the perfume of woman, here in your boisterous bed, that your smells, ******* and sweats permeating, my skin, in me, your encumbered flavor and printed in gold letters in me, oh, this need MIA From You!, I will leave a thousand ways of my delivery, that that will remain between you and me, under the custody of your gaze, green sea that serves you to observe our low instincts, of our wickedness, that that lives between My lips, feeling woman in every moan, where I writhe like the flames of Hell..., well, I'm that tempest, that calms my unholy thirst, that thirst Mia of your being; transforms into the volcano, that burns me with His burning lava and his ashes, from where the woman resurfaces, like the Phoenix bird; and there I am out, inside, up, down licking the flavors of your body, so I am the one who moans and makes you vibrate..., Your Canine smell, the one that carries in the memory my fragrances that of your virile member, that aroma that inflame your senses of man, and awakens the revived by you, between my hands I subject it and delights my lips, there is a memory, that When I supciono it, taking your part erogenous, while you play in me.., you bite me and ****, I'm back to moan like crazy, to feel so harmonious in my caves...; today I woke up playing with your *******, making it In your name, savoring and rub with my hands your mast, and there are suddenly you arrive, at that moment I go and you hit me with desire, I come ah your bed so submissive and delivered, ah!, scream raising your hands to heaven, while I'm enjoying and you like a panther scratching my body, with your hands frantic..., succumb my wishes and my desire on your lips, leaving the honeys of your ***** in me,
Thirsty lips, suffocating me your body, with the swing of my mess and sack of my mouth, with the salty and thick taste of my naked skin, it's your phallus, your prayer and your God!, so exquisite and so sweet, that That today I deliver to you, like the sunrise that in you leave....

"Poets, it's said, are shamans of words.  
    True shamans are poets of consciousness."

They say I'm crazy,
That I'm not lost,
Who are you control my all my senses,
That I am estranged from all people and friends,
They say I'm crazy
that my movements are directed, by your thoughts,... that nothing matters to me everything you do... I pray that you always come back, and you don't deserve.. those hours you steal me...
That's why they say I'm crazy
Because of your love,
It's my flag because I've seen you in my dreams, and I follow you love wherever you want
That's why they say I'm crazy,
That's why they say I'm crazy,
Because of your skin, this my home,
Together along with you,
That's why they say I'm crazy,.. because with all your whims...
For the things of the two,
That's enough for me...
Delusions, I prefer to be called crazy, and to continue my madness because I always hire you, they say I'm crazy... that love is blind,
That you have become the whole universe,.. that I am in your hands in good luck and I created you I will tell you that you do not deserve these hours that you steal me
That's why they call me crazy and turned this madness into your eyes and in your mouth, that take me to the moon, that's why they tell me I'm

I write poems
inside of her
with my fingers.  
Our story began
with her scream.
and ended with
her soul
on my lips.

I die for your kisses,
For your ungrateful smile,
For your beautiful caresses are you my joy..

I ask you not to fail me
Don't ever leave me and never forget
That I'm the one who loves you
That I am who awaits you
That I'm the one who cries
That I'm the one who longs for you the minutes and hours..

I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
Who is wrong..
That is wrong

I die for your absence
That makes me miss
That makes me dream when you need me
I ask for the morning
That by my side wake up tangled in bed
There's how you need me
That I am who awaits you
That I'm the one who cries
That I'm the one who longs for you, the minutes and hours..

I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
Who is wrong..
That is wrong

I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
Who is wrong..
That is wrong

Love is not accepting the pain or reveling in it.. True love never leads to self-sabotage.
Its love when it lifts you up and you become love itself ... You are capable of loving only when you can walk away from something that's destroying you ... Until then it's your soul showing you what love exactly is not ...

Today I miss your scent on my skin, today I will write in your body shaking of love, between tears and groans,
Today I will write the verses in your skin, with the scent of my being today I will lick the most ****** corners, imagining the pleasures of my body... Alvorotando the senses, caresses and culminating, the ecstasy in your skin, in me...
Today I will rule the lamentations, and soul succumbed in this Calvary, of sublime love, among lovers, looking for the night where the sounds of my soul are. I regret them in this silence calling in my mind your name encumbered as tattoos in me
Today I miss your kisses and caresses in this silence

You hold me like a favored book, pressing my spine with your fingers, leafing through my pages, anticipating each phrase.  You rest me on your knee, as you ponder their meaning, feeling me weave lyrically through your soul.  And when you return, you devour me from cover to cover

"Many people have come and left, and it has been always good because they emptied some space for better people. It is a strange experience, that those who have left me have always left places for a better quality of people."

I walk alone amidst the shadows
of a life which I thought it would
be bright once.
I speak loud into the cold silence
of this loneliness and all I get
back in return is the sound of
shattered dreams as I slowly fall
into pieces.
Where is the bright smile which
used to colour my eyes?
Where is the hope which gave
me strength to push forward?
Where are the hands which
would catch me into a tight
grip before I fall into the dark
vortex of oblivion?
Where are those eyes which
gave me strength to fight
against everything since the
moment I gave life to them?
Now all I have is my soul
wrapped within the veils of
darkness...