Standing there, in front of me
With that luminescent presence
Immaculate I could say in essence
Savoring your candid lips
And your pulse pronounces
In certain Morse code denounces
The letters in my name entices
To arise from behind my clothes
Losing it burned skin like, like flakes
Floating downwards amidst the heat
Raised from the cauldron of meeting
In this precise spot, lover´s cradle
And I, the man who enjoyed your nudity
In awe of expectation denouncing
Not prudence or chastity but desire
When donning your blouse when done
And I expecting to see it falling in a new
Cascade of emotions palpitating
Geyser like erupting once more
In response to your non ending moans
From caressing your thirsty skin
When no light is needed for you glow
With that luminescent presence
While longing for much more from you…
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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