Your fingers down my back, my arms and my face looking for moles to join
them as if they were constellations.
Looks portraying me, hands weaving and trapping me.
I got your picture perfectly portrayed in my mind; maybe I could draw
you without looking, guiding only by memories.
Drunken smiles, the light tone of your skin and your eyes, that way
yours of slightly wrinkling the nose every time you laugh.
They say that every person is different world, but I can say that you
are a universe of a thousand peculiarities, full of dreams, ideals, and ways of
thinking.
How if you were a song, I never get tired of you, your ups and downs,
your pace,... actually we can say that you are like that song that we listen to
a thousand times and every time we listen to it we like it even more than the
previous one.
Let's say that tonight I miss you, I'd give my life over and over again
to have you back in my bed, feeling the tips of your fingers stroking my hair
and making drawings on my neck, so I could remember the texture of your lips
and bite them once again, feel the fire that melts a frigid soul, listen to
rock, feeling for one night that nothing has changed, love each other between
orgasms, waking up, have a war and find respite overnight.
I could spend my life that way; however some say that a quiet life is
better, this shows little they know about life, dreams, freedom...
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