I look at you

I look at you

I have been looking at you for a long time, I contemplate you without anxiety, nothing disturbs this interest, you steal my attention with the laugh of a brave jackal, everything goes on its own, rolling, in crescendo, resisting without stopping seeing ...

And here, clinging to a useless chair, I can only witness how your talent as a woman invades this place; They all came and went, they all surrendered and now I too, we are like hares for your sensual artillery ...

I stop at your lips painted with stories; your mouth opens and seems to invite the enjoyment of a virile caress.

Your gaze shows the truth of a soul accustomed to waiting safely while desires ride in stealth on an almost naked body ... I wonder what that distracted gaze hides; And that pose of yours, what does it suggest? What fires were put out in those ruby ​​embers, what burned before and still burns silently and does not stop beating?

Makes me want to play the game of love with you, the two of us, just the two of us shaking the bed on a long Sunday afternoon. To stay there close to you and awaken from lethargy all your sins, insisting without breaking the stillness of your secrets to drown us together in the murmur of time repeating the cycle of sweat over and over until the last groan.

L.L. - 2021-10--17