You make me invoke the liberating pleasure

that radiates on my skin, in unconsummated desires,

as autumn showing lust, with delirium and graciousness...

 

Will you be able to love me?

Intoxicate me with sex, with nights that uphold me;

there is no greater delight than to sin with the flood of your kisses

and the madness of this moment

 

I adore to be loved!

I cry for the love of the man who collapses my senses,

that make me resurrect and redeem lost time

 

It is inexcusable not to have you if I'm breathless!

 

All I think about is this foolish insanity

turning over my existence,

budding in my memory, and if anything,

you will always be an impossible

 

Ignore this attachment that tears me apart,

that imagines your image as a wave in my thoughts

and drips onto my sheets

 

Will you be able to love me...?

© Noris Roberts