among tombs and strange people
A widow so sad
At least she had a moment
One tear to share for the dead
you could see two long legs
on her black high heels
as a good living widow must be
alone, the sun going down
a widow not so sad
waiting for whispers and rides
as night falls
while the dawn comes!
and morning rises!
her curled hair wraps other’s face
and all is allowed to get in
into those chastes thighs and legs
the hot breath, the caresses … the kisses
in a frenzy’s moment
she cast out His photo
breakable memories on the floor
One more spasm!
And He, as a good dead man has to be
among tombs and strange people
touched by a saint kiss
my breast my hips
every night as a clock
I wanted to ask if that is forever
As all Saints say YES
when the time would stop
before fiery love consume on me
But Saint Love shut out my mouth
with saint hands
~tied me up~
and all started again
until my tears and supplications
~kneeling over him~
were just past tense
you trace my back
with yours slender fingers
until i kneel down
in solemn adoration
I am asking ~without words~
and cursing all my clothes
that you gently remove
you divide my body
half nude ~half expectation~
and i fall soundlessly ~petal by petal~
loving in secrecy your perverse style
that is all i remember from your love
that you starts as Shakespeare
on my bed
and ends as Bukowisk ~ slamming the door~
morning now my love
is for ~ to fix when I was ~The Aurora~
a kiss without tongue
and lips of mint
lukewarm coffee to Sip
a touch of short duration, a distance look
legs still humid
and “One” see you soon
calling me ….calling….. insanely beautiful
the fog, the ocean, the love
Call ! Call me insanely beautiful!
the boat’s fighting with the foams
and foams dripping in your face
Call… call me at that moment~ insanely beauty~
the key opening something
the desire closed forever
and you call and calling me insanely Beautiful
dwell a hidden desire
working nervously~against my will~
i can feel..
thousands of fibers and nerves
waiting for something that i cant give
Oh i just need a little…. a little time to forget
a women apart from yourself
in between… in the middle
telling me to lie there
a call so strong…i cant say no…
for you or for the others ~i have to ask~
where do i linger for a while
for be blaming
for be shamed
but now i stop my words for a while
my pen i know …. was not all in vain…..
a beat ~ of fears ~ holds my left hand
dont try….she said
but i cant hear anymore
The three Marys
such perfume…..such calm…
coming from straw of once was a bud
~dust of the scent~
to rest the three and to Love too
they lay overcome by hope fatigue
that always would be some Mary
the macela Bed
Flowers and tiredness
But…once..just once time
one of them sleeps ~ in secret~
on that hill of softness
with a man with a manhood
the second cradles her dreams
at her porch
the third was still catching….in the fields
no knowing nothing
and lands dreams again gives a warm lap
we are in earth..
whispered the wind….shhhhhhhhh
Who deserve the love of that only man?
The Mary that plant, the one that is waiting or the one who makes love…..
Field Macela is a plant that heals and soothes… widely used in pillows and mattresses here on Brazil.
or zipper or unzipped anything
no one needs knows that you are in love
almost in your done
if they want know how you love
all that strange way
with flags, jeeps, wild drinks
oh and the dances!!!
alone, the cuts, the slips
keep it on the box, well closed
the time pass by you but you still remain the same
bits and bites coming from the ligths
silence and long crash
sometime a howling
your eyes out of orbit
and the obscene things
from obscene book of love
perpetuating your one single lover
with salt indecent walls memory
~in your lonely lagoon~
sinked in your little box bit by bit
silent and determined
in a unimaginable silence
We did all the things on bed. Now i ‘ll teach how is my big wave of love.
You are on bed I am by your side and roll on top of you. Pressing my hand on your chest. Everything that is unexpected cause intense impression . I am now your unexpected love.
I am here to share that with you.
You are excited not anxious, just a little anticipation . You immediately start move. No, I say, low. Stay still! And you obey! I hold your hands and pull you on my direction. Sit ! See my eyes while i see yours and feel.Just Feel.
You are throbbing inside me. Your only move is that. And startled, fixing on my eyes. You don’t understand don’t you?
Don’t move e let the emotion flows.
As soon as you relaxes the magic starts to happens.
I don’t know how you feel.
I see that you start to be empty.
Dissipate, on A big hole on your chest.
Where it all comes.
Is like i stole something from you. Something so great that you never knew it before.
The emotion increases. your body is suffering but loving at same proporcion. You start know all your feelings inside you. At once! And realize that is your immense love taking form on your body, going directly to me . Yes, i am stolen that from you and you from me too.
Without force and moves. Just staring each others and using our hands to caress. You can pinch me or bite me with tenderness if you want.
You are so surprise. So shocked. Because you don’t knew that love was so great. We almost can touch it. Such force without dissipation
. Love is, alert to a single new vibration, a subtle touch, a kiss on the neck.
Let the mind behind and dont think on your needed body . The nature of your heart will give the poetical cadence and it will increase your passion. You are pure pulsing and wanting. You and me are nothing, but together.
My eyes is on yours .
And i continue draining his strength. No one single move yet. Just touching you and slipping hands on your body.You are hard and i am hot.
And you come without losing energy, with only slight movements inside me. One, twice, thrice. Little by little. Moaning and come.
From your plexus to your sex. And the next !
I can’t sustain this for long time. Because you are not prepare for that. Is your first time. I’ll abbreviate your stand on heaven. Just for 15 or 20 minutes.
This control is an extension of your pleasure!
This Is enduring and more erotic how much you accept that. Don’t try elaborate nothing. Just go. Close your eyes and go .
I know you are ready now .Watering eyes? Me too. Is our affection for each other growing.
Now we are ready for the body.
Your delightful came in several waves . Not the big one. Your body learned fast and unconsciously hold itself for this moment.
I start to move searching my pleasure. Circling you with my hips.
You grab me and moan and cry!
Another spasms arrives.
You are in collapse. Without force. But wanting more.
I increase the moves now i go in an out, up and down. Our bodies move in tune. And i see in your eyes and your face all the beauty of your twenties.
Call me pervert.
in fact i am totally health
Just love you in an unusual way
my sexual gratification
comes from your pain
if pervert is.
You fills me when you become
I have all from you.
Love loose myself
be your pet
beg for your sex
stumbling over my lyrics
Sweet and torturing choice!
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
over me and about me.
I ‘ll sing for you
i’ll recite to you
nurturing your dark soul.
Here, i am your mercy
Pure and pervert
Running on our hearts.