Not that I wanted to move away from your body,
From your smell, your way, your belly, your breast
But I feel like time is needed,
Even to recover from the marks, the wounds
That are raw
We love each other so much.
In these days
I will remember your taste
Your face
Your sweet, penetrating joy…
I'll get lost in crazy thoughts,
As a wolf, as a girl
And once again, as a woman, love you.
In these days
I won't lose your scent
I will remember your moans
Of your requests
Well, when I return
Satisfy your pleasure…
Between screams and delirium
Fainting, crying
Statements in the ear.
It's impossible to forget you
Because we already have brands
Poems, projects, photographs
We already have plans
Tours, trips, holidays…
In these days
I will wait for you
Typing poems
Some without magic
But with desire
To always be with you.
In these days
My body will prepare
To meet you again
I will paint my soul...
And I will make your body happy.
So that you
Fill yourself with my taste
Of my being
