The perpetual and insatiable
desire of your scent
is installed in the core of my fringes.
My lips assemble on to dementia
missing your moist,
the caress of your surface in my mouth.
I remember the warmth of your essence
weaving itself eager to my outline.
My arms demanding your volume.
My bosom yearns your cinnamon nipples
nibbling tender joy,
violet velvet delirium .
I want to paint again impassioned
your nakedness with my eyes,
To sculpt your belly with the vertex
of my fingers and my tongue…
I want to explore your flooded
and thirsty epicenter jungle.
To get lost in your brown disheveled orchards.
To remember our sunny nights,
with our skins incorporated one another,
our breaths diluted in passionate storm.
I aspire to recreate your constant moan of pleasure.
I need to lay my subtle soul on your face,
rapt with enjoyment.
Long lazy afternoons
of warm, silent company.
Restful and serene walks.
Hatched loving hands.
Flying free among the fresh
breath of the woods.....
Jose Luis Mendoza Aubert