Do you know the
perfection possessed by that vessel that harbors and gives expression to your
soul?
You’ll never know
until you've lost.
You, master
piece,
have been authored by
the eternal engineer
the Architect of
dreams.
If creation took six
days,
How much wouldn't He
have invested in you?
How long had you left us
without god, engrossed in his inspiration to create you?
That perfect machine
that contains your essence
is the reason for my
sighs
while you lie asleep
by my side;
the owner of the caresses
that I lavish.
I'm a victim of your
skin,
the visible face of
that superb work
of anatomical engineering
that is you,
and of mi
desire to caress it over and over and over.
Only such, and no
other
could be your
epithelium
soft, clear, perfumed,
worthy of your soul,
deeply amalgamated to
the way you are.
Your legs,
structures
biomechanically meant
to trap me and steal
my breath away, when
surrendered after the
struggle of our desires,
they posses
me, surround me and entwine into mine, claiming me as her own.
Your waist,
center of your
physical instrument and of my universe…
that one that bears
your name.
Your arms of copper:
ductile, malleable,
are the perfect lace
to catch my fears and
uncertainties.
I have no way out
when, between them,
I feel your heart run
wild
close to
mine.
your breasts,
masters in the art of
quivering
and flowering my
senses,
have the lumpiness and
exact measure
to couple with my
hands
and to make
me fully complete.
Your dreamy hips,
that allow me to turn
you, guide you,
and restrain you in
our most passional intimacy,
hold my adoration even
as you walk
with your charming
serpent-like cadence.
From them
outlined your pose and
your willingness to be.
If you
knew, my girl,
what that beautiful
and perfect body that you possess
is able to make me
feel
and that, with my
hands, I try, in vain,
cover, learn, explore,
you'd feel
great pity for me…
... because my body
feels through yours:
what my heart lives
it does through your
laughter,
your
silence, your gaze and your panting.
And I'd be a hopeless
man
if you'd decide to
take from my side
that essence, that
work of art
you, product of Divine
engineering.