Mexico
by me
I want to taste the ocean
on your lips and whisper
quiero hacer el amor a tú
now let my body translate that for you
I could be your desperado
a thief in the night, stealing
the breath from your lungs
exploring your chest with my tongue
Rocking back and forth
my pelvis grinds against your hips
faster now, your thrusts increase
my hands gripping sheets, I join your release
I hold you between moist thighs, rest a cheek
across your beating breast and must confess
necesito perder mí mismo en tú
now let my body translate that for you
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Mexico: A Poem
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 1/21/2010 09:06:00 PM
Labels: poetry
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