He still continues his perfume of my breath...
Her hands flutter inside the blouse of my memory.
Her legs embrace the cadence of a kiss that
It trickles through me.
Her eyes capture my stubbornness as a restless woman.
Her mouth, if I told you how crazy that mouth is.
How greedy she is, when she decides to know my hiding places.
Better not continue explaining what happens in me,
When he look at me...
They would go mad, as I am becoming.
September 17, 2017