SE ABRE EL TELÓN...

Ella:                   Dulce y nerviosa

Él:                     Atrevido y ansioso

Ella:                   Teme por lo que le suceda

Él:                     Alardea de su experiencia

Ella:                   Deja caer su ropa lentamente

Él                       La observa como lobo hambriento

Ella:                  Sus pezones erizados brotan como espinas

Él:                     Se agarra a la silla para no asaltarla

Ella:                  Deja caer su brasier como al descuido

Él:                     Lo toma contra su cara e inhala su aroma

Ella:                  Desabrocha su falda, mirándolo de reojo

Él:                     Aplaca la bestia con su mano

Ella:                  Desliza su falda mostrando su liguero negro

Él:                     Se asombra de tan hermoso trasero

Ella:                  Suelta uno a uno los ganchos de sus medias

Él:                     Con sus ojos la acaricia con deseo

Ella:                  Desprende sus medias provocativamente

Él:                     Se desquicia, tiene hambre de ella

Ella:                 Sólo le quedan sus braguitas que rozan su sexo

Él:                    Le salta encima y se las quita a besos

Ella:                 Excitada gime de placer

Él:                    La penetra con furia y la hace estremecer

Al final… ambos, en el suelo, entre espasmos y llanto se retuercen de placer.

Carmen Pacheco

lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com

@Erotismo10

26 de diciembre del 2018

¿OYES ESA MELODÍA?

¿Oyes esa melodía?

Es el reflejo de lo que tu alma le hace sentir a la mía.

Es como un paseo por entre las profundidades del Universo.

Es el rozar de las alas de un colibrí, que revolotea sobre mi lengua cuando te acercas a mí.

Es estar elevada por sobre el mundo y sus miserias.

Es permanecer en silencio, mientras una sinfonía deleita mi existir.

Qué importancia tiene si no estás aquí en cuerpo presente

Si en cada arpegio de ese violín, vas despojando mis caretas.

Lo único que deseo es volver a besarte como anoche

Ese beso húmedo y apretado que me diste en sueños

Fue tan verdadero, que desperté tocándome la mejilla

No importa que no estés.

Vives en mí todo el día.

En la brisa que me acaricia.

En el sol que me calienta.

En la lluvia que moja mis deseos.

Y en la paz que me da el saberte vivo.

¿Oyes esa melodía?

Son nuestras almas que se abrazan en pleno amanecer.

Carmen Pacheco

lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com

@Erotismo10

31 de agosto de 2018

WHO ARE YOU…

Who are you, who keep my mouth longing?

Who are you, that you remain tattooed in my senses?

Who are you, that without asking permission you persist in my dreams?

Who are you, to caress my soul without meaning?

Who are you, to sleep beside me caressing my folds?

Who are you; you have other possibilities at risk

Who are you, who silently love me?

Who are you, that in the distance I wait for you?

Who are you, that you entered my world turning it upside down?

Who are you, to for walk naked for all my life?

Who are you, that without asking you put your wings on my tongue?

Giving me the miserable hope of a I love you

Tell me, who are you?

Carmen Pacheco

Lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com

March 23, 2018

WHEN MY GUITAR CRYED...

I reach my companion eternal and grabbing her by the waist I start to draw chords that make me remember you in the most intimate of my being.

My imagination flies over the strings of my guitar and your laughter is part of my memories.

I do not understand the reasons for the events. I do not know if it was me in my eternal foolishness or you were in your extreme patience with me.

Today knowing that you are far I want you to know that there is no distance between us and much less forget you

In each stroke that I give to my sonorous friend, I remember the simple way in which to you surrendered to me. In my delirium I can see how you let your robe fall on the floor and with that catlike shape that you had to slide barefoot in every corner of our house was the biggest frenzy I had ever lived. You were a dream come true

I give another higher note and that's when I see you enter our bedroom and my crazy hand produces a fast and delirious arpeggio. In my madness I saw you lay your head on the pillow, while your fingers slid down your breasts, provoking me to madness.

Already my companion rumbles of longing when he sees me enter that bed to assault your virginity like a feverish madman, who with eyes clouded with joy begins to devour every part of that beloved body.

The notes become more serious because from a distance I see how I enter your innocent youth and enjoy your spring juices.

 Each chord that comes out of my guitar is a moan of pleasure that comes from your throat like a song of birds. I can’t stop playing the guitar; I do not want to stop hearing you because it is life itself that I am taking from your source.

Sorry but my eyes have become cloudy and I have to dry them.

I still whip the strings and I can hear a soft accompaniment of violins, when in a moment you open step, giving me the permission to penetrate this unexplored territory. I got to glory. I was the object of the greatest gift a man can receive. You trembled in my arms and your breathing was so agitated that I thought about giving you time or rest but you did not allow it. You felt the strength of a man inside you and that made you bold and bold.

A red thread was seen between your thighs while I left your regions, which were now mine.

 Already tired and with tears rolling down my cheeks, I gave the last chords to my guitar while I remembered that I had definitely been the one to blame for not being in my bed today.

 If by chance this song that I am now writing reaches your ears I am sure that you will not have any doubt of knowing the name of the author since in it you will see reflected my clumsiness of losing you.

 That was the last song with which the guitar accompanied me because when I finished, their strings exploded with pain. Now I will not be able to hold her by her waist to make her sigh with my songs.

Carmen Pacheco

lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com

@ Eroticism10

TU DESNUDEZ…

Mientras más cerca estoy, más pierdo tu comienzo.

Mientras más lejos estás, más me acerco a tus cimientos.

Mientras más mueves tu redondez, más me inclino a tu pureza.

Mientras más te siento aquí, más humedeces mi conciencia.

Carmen Pacheco

lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com

@Erotismo10

30 de junio de 2016