Moldura

This frame of yours suits you well
Adorned with roses made me a hostage
Engraved your memories on my pillow
So I won't forget you
I exhale your scent, I can't live

Without exaggeration when hearing your voice
You awaken something so fierce in me
That devours the scattered words
Over your naked body
The night is pale
You make me touch the sky
Blue poetry

Internal work of art
Pure soul, without wars
Undressed me effortlessly
Touch, moan, sex, fire
I beg for a little more
To satisfy again
Ignite this body
With a kiss
Undo the framed armor in those black eyes

I remember as if it were today
Black skin on a Wednesday
Clumsy, I didn't bring you flowers
I brought you truths and poems
That I wrote on the night I met you
I didn't even sleep, I swear, I didn't even sleep
Your simple way made me silent
Amidst so much talk in my heart
Rain in the early morning
I mixed coffee, pen, and the sound of thunder
I made you a song and went to sing

Oh moon, bring her to me
All naked, she was sleeping
I'm a painting, I need you
You're the frame, we fit together