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I waited ...

 

In the mist,

amazed at the helpless loneliness,

sadness was present to remember

especially when I loved you and now intend to deny

 

full of rain and wind, turn to screams your memories:

perhaps imagining that you understand how I feel

 

How I miss you!

I was not the cause of the pain ...

And I'll wait until it dries the dew;

until you have no m...

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remembrance

Today I know that you've gone

 

Submerged in silence,

under shadows;

named you in a seemingly endless vacuity

 

As if he were listening!

As if he felt it!

 

Despite my lips you've gone astray,

let me tell you the hours that I've thought of you,

like a dream that has become ponderous

 

You stand out and anxiety takes my soul;

what need of your memories

if my fingers thr...

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melancholy

My heart is a lonely flower...

 

My heart is a lonely flower aged by pain,

misunderstood by dreams

that where denied by life

 

A dead flower, forgotten,

inclined towards  hope

that  learned to give treason a name

 

However,

there are flowers that bathe themselves in the morning sun,

even for some reason that never existed

 

And although it is the most humble little flower,

...

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sadness

Only 10%...

 

I have felt only 10% of your passion and it was perfect

 

Those hands! They held me encouraging the encounter,

they snatched me out of myself to get into your body

 

It was perfect, succulent, table for a bed!

Once and then again, overflowing the accumulated ardor in this body!

 

Only 10% was enough to reach the sky...

I was pliable metal between your f...

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erotic poetry

Without having sought you

 

Without having sought you,

love turned into skin and dwelt among us,

you and I,

just one world

 

I see you with my soul,

you give me warmth, your hands assure me,

your words come to me

and gifted me with a new life

 

Nothing was spared!

 

I know that you love me and from so much love,

we’ll continue to live for our love,

because our ...

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love poem

When the yearning comes...

 

When the yearning comes, full of fantasies,

I look under my sheets for you

in the chiaroscuro in the morning

 

A red rose burns in my belly

my five senses feel the scourge of a feverish passion

you bloom in my thoughts

 

Addicted to you, I encourage myself to believe

that you also desire me

and the storm rolls over my skin,

soaking me from my so...

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love poem

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