What are you waiting for to prepare a coffee?
I still remember the exotic flavors of your lips.
Every square inch of your legs, I still miss,
every night it will be me who tells you I love you.

place your hand on my back,
looking into our eyes in bed,
feeling your most expensive perfume present, telling me that you still remember me.

I want that just for a precocious moment of love you leave the door open, and if you see me come in, close it when I'm hugging you.

And if you allow me the time and space, I want to be your prisoner without cells, who, being able to flee, chooses to stay alone so that you are the one who sent him.


© Angel T.