Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Monday afternoon

Unemptying. Filling back. Little by little. With your own beat. With your veins. With your legs. I elevate my structure and I fit it into your song. Beautiful piece of intact future. Of ever growing palpitations that from this moment forth shall rule and stick us together. Rhythms that even without simetry display our symphony and turn us into this which we are after orgasm. Heating calm fire light. That grants and softens our peace...


Spanish version

2 comments:

Sandra Becerril said...

Son nombres de canciones? jajajaja

Sandra Becerril said...

Este... y cuándo actualizas? jeje

besos