I hold your loveas if was a breathand swallowed it.It got installed in my stomachcreating a ballgrowing irremediably.Just a lithe glance,your eyes.Just a little touch,your hands.My hands...Esta obra cuyo autor es Noemí Quesada está bajo una licencia de Reconocimiento-NoComercial-SinObraDerivada 4.0 Internacional de Creative Commons.
Tell me, Do you remember the early lights of that morning? Yeah, the saddest one, the past December? Does it happen to you too? That the taste of our last kiss is still present all over your lips? Confess to me, Do your hands crave the warmth of mine? Am I peacefully living in your … Sigue leyendo December
Today I crossed paths again with the necessity of having you between my legs deep inside, ’til you reach my inner core. I remember that moment of realization that miracles were possible the first time I looked into your eyes. Right after, the magic and hope returned to me. Yes, it is true. I would … Sigue leyendo Today