You asked for space and I gave it to you.
You suggested distance and I gave it.
You crushed the kisses and I understood.
The caresses flew and I thought.
Today I have my space to be.
Distance I enjoy at my whim.
The kisses, I´m sure I´ll taste them in another mouth.
Your caresses woke up cells that did not know of its existence.
But now they flutter like butterflies thirsty.
So your space, distance, kisses and caresses.
They can remain hidden in your attic.
Ido no want them any more...
Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@Erotismo10
2 de agosto del 2017
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