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.
Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
September 17, 2017
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