I’ve wanted to kiss a mouth like yours, without fearing
The active addiction in the taste of your saliva
And your filthy tongue; the speaker
Kiss you, just kiss you… And lie down with you, nude,
On the floor, always,
With my eyes in yours — knowing that nothing beyond
Kisses and embraces
Will ever happen; forever.
I don’t even know you, but I dream about the day, when maybe,
On the floor,
With my eyes in the moons of your irises…
Translating my old, romantic, overly mellow stuff. Made a (barely secret) blog a couple days ago, probably mostly for that. Link to the original post is here (Brazilian Portuguese), in case anyone understands the language.