The Lover

The Lover kissIt is soft and round
pink and smooth
sometimes exudes a perfume
some mouth
mouth of flowers
He draws in the air

touching ~even having a ghost   hands~

And he wonders

it is a woman’s sense
fooled by a  kiss in a glass
bottled in a bottle of perfume
It is silk!
And now he only wants stand there
between the anguish of seeing
but not being able to touch

It is soft and round
pink and smooth
beyond the window’s kiss

The Wood – The begining

She had a body as a fairy  and lived  there for all her life….

Surround by trees…. Trees so so dark and tal that she almost could see the sun… So… She is habituated with shadows that compose all her world… And shadows, we know, they are not so simple…  they are the pure darkest…. With silent moves, whispers , deep lake … the mist… That terrified her  but not anymore….

She deal very good with this sensations and more  growing in her chest… Corrupted still… mind and soul…Mujer gótica en el bosque

You only could crave something if you know or if you see… A person…  a thing…. And she never desired anything because the wood  were inside her … And the wood gave to her all that she needs… since now…

A  dangerous eagerness to talk, to touch and be touched intensify inside her…. A fever… A thirst  … appeased by her hands… Sometimes hurting herself but satiated ….. She don’t know what  bruises is … even  why her discolored skin…  but only the end of the desire… complete, total….

She starts to create something or someone as a company

…  she saw  herself in mirrored puddles…

First the feet ~needing  to see  more~

As she  crawl and bend over

Creeping and begin

In my middle please in my middle …

They find her … and gave to her a dress

the first view, the first sight of herself

in a mirror…..

The light, the sun

burning her eyes and niveous skin

nails

drawing a path in a man’s body

taken to the woods

Now… She talks

~he took me to wander into dark night~
i thought…one more effort….

along the way he asked me
thou hast innocent eyes?

in silent walking… the rustle of my petticoats announcing

yes….innocents….

still…leading me to wander into a dark wood
despite all dangerous signs

along the way he asked me
thou hast hidden desires?

in silent i was

yes…hidden desires…

but the treacherous moon arises
suddenly….

catching me in surprise
a glimpse of me appears

bringing light to his blurry eyes….

astonishment and fright

in both hearts….

touching the blue vein with smooth fingers
a delight  ~finishing my pain~

drowning an endless thirst
no time for answers still

my fangs, hands, body on him
Muscle stiffness ~deep breath~

…Oh!

let me finish with you quickly
thou need that and i too

~he took me to wander into dark night~

Unfinished Love

while my Guitar Gently Weeps - partitura

She has a strange name
that initiate a spark

“Unspeakable”
(ensures peace to his unending love)

unknown hands strum
a desirable body

“Unforgettable”
(always in disguise…a love surrounded by )

leaving inside her heart
heavy words ~ fighting ~ to keep himself away

Loneliness
for not appears at the surface

that is what lies down by your side
at night, alone ~when you think~

“Unfinished”

Love?

He & She 2 day napowrimo

nenuferes. MonetHE..
wanted a sweet reek
of honey bee
succulent, yellow, bright in those insane nights

lost in that viscous, thick liquid

he delight yourself…alone
sniffing, deeply, licking softly

prolonging his painful heartbeat
so attractive and suddenly changing the color
crimson…crimson…

mixed with a sense of inbred hate, frustration
addicted in a shell, stuck in a cage…..

but sweet at the end….

SHE

smelling as limonade
green, liquid, transparent
acid…
water….water

diving in dreams, in poetry and love
wrapped in ink, canvas, brushes
being alchemist trying to reach
the perfect damp ….the moist

the end

what that mix can be?

Dare to Dream!

Give me your hands
and I’ll want more than caress
If you dare to dream
give me a hug
Oh! I’ll do more than a hug
Keep counting!
The enormous things that
i want to do with you!
Give me a kiss, Now!
and i want more, more than a kiss

Oh! What i want to do!
with your lips and tongue
inside your mouth
Absorbinb your saliva
and joking with your membrana
walk and walk
dance and dance
my tongue on yours
Even provoking a collapse
you are completely
lost, cant do anything.
Wants more?
Glue on me like I in you
and hold me
I’ll say to you dirty things
whispering and gasping
I know, you love !
Oh! give me your entire love
And i will do more than love to you
I will turn you inside out
and tell you words in portuguese
Just for you!
cross through your entire body
with my dance, OH!
I’ll get you wet and dry
at same time
And you’ll ask to yourself
one second just, is rain or wind

i went through you
inside you and so strong
You did not see
Accept that and dont want know why
All this gift is for me and for you
you dare dream with me
And showed to me your face

dare-to-dream-window
Oh! Count again! !

PERVERT LOVE!

Nudes ree07Thomas Ruff (German, born Zell am Harmersbach, 1958)

Nudes ree07
Thomas Ruff (German, born Zell am Harmersbach, 1958)

Call me pervert.

in fact i am totally health

Just love you in an unusual way

my sexual gratification

comes from your pain

my rain.

Love that

if  pervert is.

You  fills me when you become

empty.

Now

I have  all from you.

Love loose  myself

be your pet

beg for your sex

stumbling over my lyrics

Sweet and torturing  choice!

Hear you!

echos of on hold  voice

If you love be the  master

Be at all.

 Dominate me and submit me

I am your poem and  words

write

over me and about  me.

I ‘ll sing for you

i’ll recite to you

groping around

Your body

nurturing your dark soul.

Here, i am your mercy

secretly .

Love me

a love

Pure and pervert

Running on our hearts.