It’s late, I’m tired, but I don’t wanna sleep!!  Each and every one of my days are tiring and quite exhausting, but I am thrilled that I get my share of you. When I’m with you, everything else and anyone else disappears. Work became a woe of silence, a pestilence of lust, a craving breathing of enduring all together. I know nothing, but you inspire everything. Every token of affection, every smile curled upon your lips, every long look that evokes thousands of thoughts and a million of waves from your eyes that compress the sea. Don’t you know what the intensity of your eyes do to me, what your soft lips smoothly bitten by your theeth when you get emotional reveals to me?  Every night is a blessing, a moon dance of devouring passions, a look between two original souls, a glimpse of two human beings that are so much alike and so in need of healing, caring, loving and peace. How could I stay away from you for so long? When all I ever needed I find in the longing of your look, in the lace of your skin, in the sensuality of your touch. You’re Gods’ offering to me.

Things are ment to happen at the right time and in the right place. I’ll never understand why did it happened now, I am glad it happened. It’s a blooming rose of my spirit and a burning light at the end of my tunnel shines bright and behind it there’s your face that shines my  dreams, my thoughts, my feelings and emotions-my soul. You’ve patiently waited, you knew I’ll be coming back one day, and after that day has came, somehow you knew,  and acted right on time. Our time is limited, I know, I am patience. Patience is a gift for the ones who know how to treasure it, while the heart has reasons that reason cannot know.

I believe, after so long, I finally believe that there’s a significant other for me and just for me in this world. My soul to keep, swansong to passionate whispers, my oasis of pleasure in the middle of my deserted heart.  Your eyes – amethyst depths of endless seas, your heart – ardent bliss whenever the sun dies at dawn and the moon awakes revealing it’s rays upon your skin, your fragrance- you have the scent of the sea before the waking of the world. I’ll be the snow of your lips and the soft breath upon your hair that will give you strength to carry on the storms of life, forever by your side. My Precious.

“Divine sapphires of lonely skies,

Shake my overwhelming boldness,

And reveal new sides of me,

Whenever the night is lonely,

Starless and moonless shadows,

Descend an unconscious frivolity,

Which burns the sensuality of my feelings,

For you,

In the age when stones lost their value,

It’s the tremor of your lips I treasure,

In the savage spirit of your loneliness,

I am in love with your skin,

Within the dreamful longing of my sin,

In the bedroom of the night,

Those lips of neverending softness,

Awake songs of sensuality,

Along my heart’s strings,

The night tenders my sleepless wonder,

As slippery fantasies seduce mirages of light,

Perfumes of wild attraction swallow the night,

Inside a velvet nebulosity of desire,

Nevermind the shining darkness that mirrors my silence,

My soul merges insatiably devouring yours,

Inflames of  suave traces of lust demolish each reason,

While the savor of your kiss envelops labyrinths of Eden.

Pagan eyes of absorbing beauty,

Lips of silence conquer my adoration,

Flawless longing of turbulent feelings,

Surrender my nights without hesitation,

Like smoke on the water,

You drive me to the edge of the winds,

You’re my sensuality of tacking chances,

Between rose petals and water lilies,

I am the rain on your lips,

I am your souvenir of the night,

I am the temptress of your skin,

Within ardent satin,

Claim me in the fading shines of the unknown,

Seduce me with your beautiful eyes,

Those shining sapphires on a restless night’s sky,

Unreal, devour the desperation of my ardent skin,

With infamous kisses of forbidden desire,

You hold me captive within your lascivious embrace,

Whenever morning comes, you’ll be the burning ocean of my courage,

I hold you captive within destiny’s strange webs

Whenever night falls I’ll be the blasphemy of your dreams.”

 

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

By Pablo Neruda

 

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

 

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries   

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,   

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose   

from the earth lives dimly in my body.

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.