November Kisses

Oh please do it,
plant Your kisses on me
pose them on my skin
dig in between my lips
mark me Yours with them

Oh please do it
feel them melting with mines
growing wild like life
enjoy them blossoming
into liquefying mutual bliss

Kiss me more

Kiss the fruity red,
now lingering out
from within my lips.
Pray, pick my juicy desire.

Pick it from my inside,
make it Yours in kisses.
Tingle, reach it, claim it
let Your lips have what’s Yours

Do it,
mature,
awaken by Your kisses
please kiss what’s sacred Yours

Morning Smiles

I wrote my heart in cherry blossoms
I wrote it in the wind.

I WROTE MY HEART OVER THE BED SHEETS
AND WITH IT I FILLED OUR MORNINGS SCENT.

Not to mistake I wrote it in the bread
I wrote it in the oil and wine we taste

AND NEVER I WILL STOP TO WRITE IT
SO THAT IT’LL CUDDLE AND FEED YOURS

Lightening up Your sacred smile
with a shiny dance of little heartbeats

Glow

Like a paper lantern
thy spirit gleam
in the darkness of a silent night,
dimly lit, by dancing stars,
and silvery reflections


HearTime

Time is nothing
But a creation
Of our Souls


It expands,

Then contracts
In synchrony
With the stirrings
Of our hearts

Tic …. Tac,
Wrong …. Right,
Sunrise …. Sunset

Kiss … Smile
Tear, Drops
Heart, beats

Busy, ness
Memo, ries

Today,
Tomorrow,
.. Tomorrow ..
…. Yesterday ….
…..… Tomorrow …….

And so, She does

Wrapped,
head over her own knees
arms hugging her own legs

Naked she lies
in the silent room


Wood and warmth,

below her knees
Icy world

outside, around her shell.

Storm hammers on ceiling windows
Raindrops leave
their screaming trails
on trembling glass

Wrapped,
looking down,
then turning up.
She stares the sky outside
the raging vault yells down at her

An adult woman she is
a fetus she is.
Hosting love she is,

a vector of life, forever she’ll be

Her eyelids gets down
within she goes
The world gets colourful
within her mind

Like that, she leaps
Like that she reaches
Her Secret Garden.


In there she rises
in all her colours
the ones she is
the ones she carries.

Tears down her eyes

now flow like rivers
but shine like smiles
no raindrops on glass

She is free in there.
The time is now
for her to fly,

riding her dreams.

And so, She does

Dream, Home.

There is a dream you dream the most,
you love the most,
you feel yours the most.

There always is.

It is the dream sneaking in you
from that small chink
in Your darkest rooms.

It enters in your night to steal your solitude,
wrap you and warm your heart.
You do not need to sleep for that dream.

It is there,
at Your reach,
in You
waiting for You
to breath it.

Bond, Need

Yes, Thee, my One
Thou art my Need.

This bond, deep as the word “need”.
Need to prove it day by day
through my every heartbeat.

Silent deafening truth
Of my any moment.

Obsession, delight,
trust feeding the bond
till sweet surrender is the only way.

Breath Me

Your lips are my velvety petals
Your tongue, my precious pacifier to suck
Your holy breasts my honey milk
Your jar my worshipped well of bliss
Your hips are spanking delice
Your bottom my alter and playground
Your eyes my magnetic field

Your heart beats next to mine
Now, Always
Your love is my addiction
You’re my oxygen, my breath,
my inhale and exhale
Breath me, please
as i breath YOU, breath me

Sound

The sound of her screaming heart was a no-sound

its echo a deafening soulquake when felt, nonetheless.

Its waves shook the gate of Love.

All of them suffocated behind the wall of those three words:

“I am fine”

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