A guy's love
¿Do you know I think of you everynight, when I'm in bed?
And everytime I do it I have beautiful, relaxing dreams. Romantic histories,
with you as protagonist, achieve a climax that would calm the beasts.
I wish you from the first time that I saw you and I wish you even in the most
intimate thing. You make me go mad with your shy smile, as your voice, which is
melody to my hearing still declaring the most depraved words.
If I could touch you, I'll exploit of pleasure, a pleasure difficult to explain,
a pleasure that comes at the edge of ecstasy. It's like a cold was invading my
heart, which makes it tremble and stimulate me to jump over you and hug you,
then to caress yourself up to the end of eternity.
I admire your body, a monumental almost indescribable beauty.
You're beautiful as a rose, sweet as a candy and move the body with the grace of
a goddess, which makes remind me of Aphrodite.
I feel the colours of your hair of a special way. When is black, I think we are
the two together in the middle of an total darkness, doing what you imagine. You
dye it of red and I feel how the fire burns and burns my heart. The blue floods
my mind and suddenly I see myself in the middle of a calm, transparent ocean.
Your blackish eyes are something phenomenal, because they hipnotize me and make
me silly of love. I look at you and can't separate my sight of you.
But I don't forget your teeth either. I'd love to join our salivas and clean
your pearls with my tongue.
¿There would be someone capable of discovering the hidden treasure, to describe
it? ¿Who will be the lucky one in possessing and admiring the paradise which you
have prohibited the entering to so many people?
Why do you have that mysterious air which prevents me from being sincere with
you and declare my love, o is it that I'm scared of being rejected and
humiliated?
Because I'm capable of breaking barriers and violating laws so as which you love
me. Our difference of ages does not matter, either that you like my best friend.
If I have to be humiliated for you to take me, if I have to be your serf or your
pet, go ahead. Hit me and I'll feel your hands caressing my body. If you were
trying to kick me, I'll stick to your leg and I'll kiss your feet imploring
piety. Spit me, and I'd not leave a drop of your nectar without licking. And the
singing of a mermaid I'll listen if you shout me.
Being beside you is a pleasure and they'll have to kill me and drag my body to
get me apart from you. I'll die of love.
¿You know what? I've dedicated a little poem to you, I hope you like it:
You are that maiden
Which my heart claims
So pure, fresh, and beauty
It's you, beautiful.