From my thoughts, sentiments
Through the roots of my hair
Flowing to split strands
With two places to go
Casting in my hands
That bore his radiant skin
Prurient for me
Like hungry animals in a meadow
And they trace his backbone
Origin of strength that envelopes me
In his arms
He plants a rose on my lips
Opening petals in sync
With the weathers of the spring, summer
Changing seasons
I hold him close
So close he could feel my heart beating
My life into him
Love into him
Breath into him
Soul and death into him
For he is the death of me
Strip my immaculacy
Left naked
Wet thighs and tender breasts
Exhibited to the world
And leaves no trace
But the reminiscence of his tongue
As he soothed my neck
And his hands
Fingertips-sauntering hills and valleys
Circumferences and interiors
His alluring voice
Whispering in my ear
Music and melodies holds no interest
His precious smile
Liquefying me as he spreads
Those sumptuous lips
All of him
Left residual on my skin
Nostalgic in my mind...
I miss him , morbidly...
