Saturday without permission, appellant assails me.
Its flavor takes me by the throat
and cuts my breath.
Once it reaches there is no where to put it,
snatches my mind, my dream
it inflames my heart.
Saturday, clandestine, sneaks into mi film
The Images, exquisitely wild,
trample my desire,
stop my life.
Paradisiacal room
it don't let me,
it doesn't shut up,
nor will go,
or stops...
neither I want.
Saturday, concealed, stealthy transports me.
Its rugged beauty,
scrunches up my being with rapt enjoyment.
His furtive warmth, spanned legs in fan shape
contains the purest charm
the most tasty spell.
Saturday and room,
illegally, eagerly awaited couple.
Your scent still chokes my senses,
your face and sobs
perfect cantata .
Your eyes closed
wide open to the sky.
Mirrors honored with images
eternally brief
mute witnesses of the most sublime surrender.
Personal moment, and selfish,
desire that begs for its transcendence
that asks to return.
Delicate Saturday , intense
eagerly purple expected.
Fusion of two passions
in one body.
fussion of two bodies
one passion.
Come back Saturday.
Squeeze me to delirium.
Bring together these two souls,
these two bodies,
again,
in a groan,
in a single wild tremor.
Saturday please, come back.
Jose Luis Mendoza Aubert
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