THIS ABSENCE THAT SMELLS LIKE YOU

I have replaced
your hands with mines..
In this absence and solitude
That it smells like you…

I closed my eyes,
I dreamed you, by my side.
Kissing me slowly,
with your anxiousness
with your naked body
with your slightly touch..
touching me…
yeah touching me.

And my skin
Responding hot and sensible
to the warm caress of your touch,
like if it was rose button
in a morning sunrise
thirsty drinking every tinny drop.

With my body shaking
loosing my control…
And my hands crossing
all my nakedness
until they lost themselves
in the source of my passion
and crazy thoughts..

Like in so many other times
with my tense muscles
soaked and sweating,
almost breathless
I jumped into the delirium of silence
and wished for your body like never,
like now…
like before,
like always…
for feeling you
until we could both fall
won by the satisfied ecstasy of pleasure
of pleasing us both
Of love.

But you were not here.
I was alone.
And I had to replace
your hands with mines
trying to fill…
for hours
this absence and solitude
That smells like you.

CECGO66