jueves, 28 de febrero de 2013

Divine Engineering

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.