That smile gives your waist my wrinkles,
look that crosses the shyness my body,
that caress shed on the threshold of desire,
that song with moans and sighs between the sheets.
The darkness in a room painted dreams,
promises kept in the folds of the skin of the adventure,
curves on the mattress that gently embraces tenderness,
lost the shame collecting bunches of your kisses.
This rubbing of two bodies burning pillow madness
that corner discovered while exploring the silence,
that flavor, that fear, that forgetting the time,
shared that moment, the dance of glances.
roads that take us beyond the target,
the lines we write in the pages of life,
the heat we feel the tremors in the hips,
the hugs my wrinkles give them to your future.
That smile to my wrinkles provides a desired future ....
From "With life back", Editorial Quadrivium
Francisco J. Picon
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