A music sounds in our ears, the tympani
touring our libidos;
several
kisses that have
purity which has a whole night
lust;
hugs just
where
sheets are folded and wrinkled irregular
on our bodies;
starter button Vanishing clothes
your skin and mine
which together sway;
pressure points that lead to ecstasy beyond the world
where humanity disappears. [...]
A music sounds now that there is no noise,
'll cover in the sheets
hug you my
leaning your head on my chest
look at you, smile,
quiet respite
satisfied approached my lips, gently
to the nearest of your ears:
I love you, rest
together no nights and days lost,
you who deserves my skin
I that you have always deserved, inevitable
think while I sleep:
that good has been, in retrospect,
NEVER have just given.
Á Angeles
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