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 fingers

If I could make this time eternal, if only I could…

I do not care what you call it,

let me stay in your universe!

I'm content with just 10% of your passion,

soaking my skin, tearing my heart,

accelerating my blood;

this is how I translate this craving…

Only 10% and it was perfect

© Noris Roberts