Me gusta muy bien....
Las palabras primitivas del amor
que me voy escribir por ti,
I'll create my own shadows before they've gone
for the lover that comes in a storm,
intense lightening in their blood,
for the burning kisses they bring,
to a naked body is more than you can abide,
the shivers that it sends, right to the core, of you
you're, whispering its mesmerizing,
your senses its hypnotizing you..
as I listen to your words of love to no love,
that's when there born, beyond their lament
the untouched touches that come,
you mind is crying out, deliriously
the pain's excruciating as you begin to feel
Or not feel, it's immaterial as you fight your mind
to retain control of feelings, that you can not...control
when you mind is intoxicated, with this need
this need, as he's whispering, whispering
he's poetry, his verses of love,
in a mind that's dulled,
with his hypnotic verses of love.
screaming off love to no love
when he say's
Te quiero, te quiero
Gosh you could turn that into a book or better still a novelette. I love the thought of a lover arriving in a storm.
ReplyDeleteWell thanks Paula...
Deleteyou better start to writing it, because my brain probably not capable of it.