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A tornado of sex

Our fingers interlaced we formed a chain of pleasure.  Tied to each other we pulled into ourselves, with a frenzy to become one.  We feel each other entirely. We pulse synchronously, with a savage beat; passion and furor spark off of our skin as the air crackles with the lightning of our sex.  Kisses become a way to devour each other, interrupted only when we go so deep that my thickness and your tightness steal our breath.  As we fuck we become a tornado of everything we are. Our breath, our sweat, our muscles interchanged. We don’t know where one begins and the other ends. We whisper of love and honey and your nails dig into my body trying to find a way to express the inescapable desire for more and more.  As I thrust into your loveliness, I remember how you taste and I grin and lose myself into you. Body and soul.  As your hips push and take me in, you remember how it felt in your lips as you sucked me off. You lose yourself into me. Body and soul. ...

Pensamientos viajeros

 No se como llegué a este punto de enamorarme de ti. Si cuando te conocí pensé que ni lograríamos ser amigos. Yo como siempre demasiado amistoso y acogedor y tu tranquila y poco emotiva. Después de esa tarde asoleada de otoño, pasé varias horas imaginando que fui muy aburrido para ti y que nunca te volvería a ver. Repetidamente me decía que era mejor así, ya que las diferencias entre nuestra forma de ser eran bastante amplias. Sin embargo sentí un punzón en el centro me di corazón. Había algo diferente en esa diferencia. No me podía explicar por qué me sentía tan melancólico de imaginar que no te tendría cerca. Que no volvería a invitarte a comer un helado en una tarde calurosa de otoño. Aunque fuiste poco emotiva la imagen de tu sonrisa quedó grabada en mi mente y pasó a mis sueños. Sin darme cuenta la semilla de mis sentimientos se sembró esa tarde.  (I don’t know where I want to take this narrative. Continue on the past and flesh out more the reasons why he loves her, or mo...

Un haiku en español

 Nieve en la flor,        La rosa encantada, abrazándote.

Haiku for a postcard

 A snowy temple,        a dream of a warming kiss, snow melts silently. 

Sin palabras

 Para que escribirte un poema? Si no hay palabras capaces de ilustrar tu esencia? Tu piel de nieve, o de nube blanca y suave, de una leche alimenticia, de perla brillante; son solo metáforas mediocres en comparación con tu realidad resplandeciente (que me tiene loco por tocarte y acariciarte. Desnuda y bajo el sol para que me dejes ciego). Una mirada cómo la de Medusa. Convierte en piedra mármol al que se atreve a adorarte. Y aún así, hermosos son tus ojos que en un momento son azules cómo un zafiro sabio de esos de las profundidades de la tierra, y en otros cambian a una esmeralda, llena de vida, de tu naturaleza desafiante y apasionada. Tus ojos llevan a la locura y aunque nunca vuelva a respirar, sería una forma bella de morir (quiero verte sonreír con esos ojos, feliz de mi calor y de mis pensamientos, de un abrazo íntimo que dura horas en la cama, entrepiernados).  Y es que hasta tu caminar es indescriptible. Unos muslos largos y suaves, pero con cada paso se nota la silu...

Sirena

 Te acercaste a mí con esa mirada De ojos esmeralda, del mar hechicero.  Quedé quieto, mi alma envenenada De una pasión más profunda que el Pacifico entero.  Tu piel tan blanca que la nieve te envidia Y tus labios pétalos de rosa  Suaves y coquetos cómo una orquídea.  Esta oficina es un mar abierto Y cuando hablas es un canto tan bello Que me enamoras por cierto Y me ahogo pensando en aquello. En un beso tuyo, un beso de sirena Que me encanta con tu forma de ser Y regreso muerto a la arena Feliz de solo un momento tu amor tener  

Still

I wonder if you’d like to go on more walks with me. If we were together would you hold hands as we walk? I wonder what you would say if I told you I wanted to date. Would you be shocked? Alarmed? Disappointed? That classic, and maybe silly, “I don’t want to lose the friendship” thought keeps me from saying something. I don’t want to be that guy that is your friend only to date you. I hate that trope. I didn’t become your friend to get into your pants. But oh boy do I have it bad for you now.  It started small. First it was after years of being friends I still enjoyed getting to know little deeper things about you. For a forgetful person like me to remember childhood nicknames was a strange realization. I ignored it thinking it was just a fluke. Then little by little how I felt around you kept getting new facets and perspectives. Now it’s kaleidoscope of feelings! They are all beautiful and different and I love every one. We can be talkative friends about life, and in an instant enj...

Smile

 Can’t stop dreaming about you. Today I was at the store and found myself smiling about that time when we accidentally bumped into each other. All those papers on the floor. They seemed to be made out of lead how hard they fell. I apologized as you bent down to pick them up and i felt silly and self conscious as I too went down with you. It was very cliche the way it all happened. I think you felt my embarrassment a smiled at me. I wanted to love you right there and then.  The world was spinning in the wrong direction when we stood up and i was not able to say anything then. I had never seen someone so beautiful before. Your eyes, scrunching from the awkward smile, were kind and shy yet shined brighter than an emerald sea. I didn’t want you to find me staring so I looked down but your mouth was just as enchanting. Your lips were a hot-pink lemonade in a hot summer day. Your kiss would be enough to make Aphrodite relinquish her title.  And now I find myself smiling because...