We should learn to love slowly,
you venture,
and yet I have already placed my lips on yours, your scent is unbearable if I cannot touch you, we would be whole if there were only words, and the most absurd thing is that we don’t even need to talk, people like us don’t look for eternity but for feelings,
Every moment deserves an orgasm,
I make this up,
trying to prove to you that poems are made of flesh, never of lines of verse, strangely you do not reply and you allow yourself to be looked at, I spend more than an hour just seeing you and it’s everything