Your love... insatiable

I love the way your hand moves along my body. I can only wish for a time and place were I will not be able to escape your beautiful arms at the end. And then you showed me that French kiss that looked like a tall building with funny colored clothes at every window, left outside to dry in the sun. Later you closed your mouth and I bagged for more. And the second time I saw white doves - that's your dad's hobby. Few more kisses and I'll know all about you...

And then, while you gently nibble on my ear, I realize that gasping for air left my mouth dry and asking for the moist of your tongue. You kissed me again and pulled me up on top of you and I felt just like I used to, when I was a  child, rocking in my favorite swing of that green park next to my grandpa's house. Your words linger heavy and sticky like honey down my ear, while traveling slowly toward my brain when you say "I want you" and then you go on and flood me completely putting my head under the water when you say "I want you more".

And then I remember I can always curve into a little bole that will fit perfectly in between your arms. I've already tried it and it works. You feel so magic, like nothing else matters and there is nothing more or less...

And it has nothing to do with the green smoke we are inhaling, because last morning, when I woke up far from your arms, I damned the night that pulled me away from you and coursed the sunrise that came without you.... 

Head over Heals

I'm head over heals again.

And it's the one thing that makes everything else fade away in the sunset. I am dreaming about "our" own little sunset. I'm dreaming about the first time we will be making love, and in my mind I have programed every second of it. Even if I have kissed you for more than a thousand times in the last few days i'm still thinking about that one kiss that will be our perfect one.

Smiling and Winning

“Thanks for a lovely evening”, she said. “Would you like to come up for a nightcap?” “No, I have to prepare some things for work and I’ll be up all night,” he said, while in a hurry to drop her off.
Sadly, she knew the answer. So why did she ask? Why didn’t she trust her instincts from the start? But then, why did he accept to go out? And why did he make love to her before? She is sure it was love making, not just sex. What had happened since the last time they spoke like true friends? It’s hard to lose a lover, even harder to lose a friend, but when a friend becomes your lover and you lose him… it’s just a big empty space.

I (don't) want

I want to stop obsessing

I want to delete “if, but, maybe” out of my vocabulary

I want to be fearless

I want you, to call me everyday

I want to step out of the corner

I don’t want Sundays without you

I want back the sun

I want to let go

I want to cry less

I want to hear the wind of the ocean again

I want to close my eyes without being afraid you won’t be there when I wake up

I want YOU to love ME ….. BACK 

If ...

If you think I’m week because I show emotions, it’s just my human side.

If you think I’m not confident because I show low self esteem, it’s just my feminine side.

If you think I’m submissive because I show no objection, it’s just my childish side.

If you think I’m too involved because I want to help everyone, it’s just my maternal instinct.

If you think I’m reckless because I loose my mind in anger sometimes, it’s just me, behaving like a lover that I am.

And if I don’t like to be bonded by the headboard is because I can’t live with zero control. I understood that only when I discovered how much I like to control, even myself.

Barefoot

I step in, take my shoes off. I like to walk barefoot. The little round marks that my toes live on his wooden floor, I think they’re cute, and then I laugh inside, because I think I’m stupid. I walk with my eyes down, can’t see more than two steps in front of me. I take a peak. He’s there, where he usually is, sitting down, pretending to be preoccupied. He’s shy, not because of me… he just is. I take my usual sit, next to the sofa, while he pours the wine. “Not for me, I’m driving”. “You’re leaving again……..”, he says. I smile… maybe he’s just being nice…. Maybe he doesn’t really want me to stay. Men want to be alone in their space. I have learned that in time.

Places of worship

They say places of worship are “gates”. Gates to the universe, gates to God. They say the energy build up in those places for a reason. No mater the way you worship, praying, singing, just listening, they say those are the gates where the universe fuels up on energy, and people, fuel up on hope. Those places can be anything, from a church or a shrine, to a pyramid, a river or a wall. People go there to ask, to give, or simply to feel the energy.