Minuto a minuto

Minuto a Minuto

Domingo de Amor- ¿Acaso vendrás?

¿ Y Vendrás?

¿A caso vendrás?

Como cada día te espero.

Espero con ansias cada minuto 

que me das.

Espero cada mirada, cada sonrisa,

cada palabra.

Mi espera no tiene limites, siempre esperaré.

Se que volverás

a compartir conmigo, tu rebeldía, tu hombría, tu gozo.

Mi cuerpo desea tu cuerpo como el amanecer desea el sol, como solo una mujer puede desear,y mi corazón vive pendiente de esta esperanza que no se marchita.

Suspiro por el calor de tu presencia, 

por la mordida de tus labios,

por el roce inigualable de tus dedos,

la intensidad de tus caricias en mis pezones.

Recuerdo el áspero perfume a sexo de tu piel 

transpirando ganas y deseos.

Deseo escuchar tu voz quebrada 

musitando me "eres mía"

Deseo me arrulles 

Con la cadencia despiadada

de tu cuerpo.

Deseo  que en ese instante 

las horas no contaran 

y sudorosos, exhaustos
temblorosos despertemos 
en éxtasis 

hoy y siempre

Erotic Thursday

Desire

I think of you every night
I think of you every day
I think of you every hour

I look for you inside of me in my deep warm desire
I try to find you in the spams of my hips
I try to find you in my racing heart beat,
in the sweat that runs down to the heat

I hear you scream in the peak of my moans
I can almost smell your scent as you come

Domingo de amor

Sentirte

Sentirte cerca de mi,
 percibiendo tu calor,
 aspirando tu aroma,
degustando tus labios,
 y acariciando el cuerpo.
Siempre podría decir,
algo que nadie jamás negaría,
soy la mujer para ti.

Un toque de tu piel
envía escalofríos por todo mi cuerpo.
El olor de tu pelo
me envía a kilómetros de distancia
llevándome a los lugares donde anhelo estar.

Y allá me escaparía
con mis dulces recuerdos,
pero aun así volvería de nuevo
para unirme a tu deseado ser.

Y nuestros cuerpos se entrelazarían
en el más largo abrazo
besando, lamiendo, mordiendo, saboreando,
como si el tiempo nunca fuera a acabar.

Sunday of Love

 Feeling you

Feeling you near me
Feeling your heat
Breathing your smell
Tasting your lips
Caressing your body
I can always tell
None would ever refuse
I'm the one for you

A touch of your skin
Sends shivers through me
The scent of you hair
Sends me miles away
Taking me to places
Where I long us to be

And away I would fleed
With my  sweet memories
I would be back again
To find your desired self
Our bodies would twine
In the longest embrace
Kissing, biting, licking
As they were never to end

Every Day a New Lesson

Metro Bilbao

  Throwing pearls to a pig 

How amazingly different one day could be from another. Every single day we learn something useful or not, or experience something funny or unpleasant, cheerful or frightening. We're sometimes mere characters in an endless show. We're always playing the same roles: the victim, the accused and the prosecutor. But it's a circle; we take turns playing the roles. I hate playing the prosecutor, or the victim and I don't care if I'm accused of something I haven't done. 

Some months ago I was on my way to work. I was sitting on the train on the seats next to the doors when a large woman stood against the adjoining seat, but leaning almost on my shoulder. I felt uncomfortably squeezed between the wall and the woman. When I asked her not to lean on me, she answered I shouldn't be sitting while others were standing. As I watched around to see many other people sitting as well, she sat down squeezing me more with her bulky body in the small seat. I had tried to explain my point, but it was useless. She changed from being the accused to being the prosecutor. That was the way she found to justify her uncivilized behavior.  I thought she had had a bad day and made mine bad as well.  I remember how a friend said -"You were throwing pearls to a pig" There was no room for explanations.