Francis Picabia (1879-1953)I want you, and then I don't, and then I miss you and some days I am just tired of you... You know all this but still you always come around for more... and I like it that way...
But darling, that's because you know you're the one in my head when I take those long train rides to work... You're the one in my head when the jacket covers my lap and my hand slides under it, unzipps my jeans and sneaks in, to feel your territory warmed by memories and desires... And when I trap my hot heavy breathing inside, when my legs stretch under the seat in front of me, out of my control, and my wet hand is squeezed between them, it's your strong hug I miss...
And this is why you keep coming back...
'You are the girl!...' you said...
'A beautiful monster...' I reply...
But darling, that's because you know you're the one in my head when I take those long train rides to work... You're the one in my head when the jacket covers my lap and my hand slides under it, unzipps my jeans and sneaks in, to feel your territory warmed by memories and desires... And when I trap my hot heavy breathing inside, when my legs stretch under the seat in front of me, out of my control, and my wet hand is squeezed between them, it's your strong hug I miss...
And this is why you keep coming back...
'You are the girl!...' you said...
'A beautiful monster...' I reply...
3 comments:
Já sabes da nova revelação no Edificio Magnolia? Espreita as novas cusquices :)
… you’re back … I find myself smiling while reading your words… what can I say, I liked this box of yours from the moment I opened it, and so I keep coming back, to see what new things have you decided to store in it ;)
FATifer
Queria publicar um livro de poemas meus nos EU.Preciso de um bom tradutor para inglês. Pensei em ti. Aceitas?
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