I’ve Been So Textual I Could Love It In Verse

I could love him in verse, hug his body, caress every bit of his skin, sip his dots and commas, savor his words, enjoy the wetness of his sighs, calm his speech and drive him crazy with exaggeration of my lyrics…

I can feel your reaction to every caress, run through your curves, soothe you with commas, accentuate every pore of your skin, caress your essence, fantasize about the paths of your story, manage your chapters, flip through your pages and close the binding from your waist.

I’m so textual that I could eat it in verse, devour it in prose, cook it in rhymes, and decorate it with the scrawls of my mind. Then I would make him mine, and I would be his for the duration of our reading.

Amidst the verses, we will always have each other

Whatever happens, that uncertainty surprises us with intertwined fingers, describing the texture of our love, enjoying the singing of autumn leaves and feeling “butterflies in the stomach”.

I hope that our novel attracts attention, and even if it ends with time, that I can recommend it. I hope you continue to love a lot of people, rubbing against a lot of skins and that they all make you feel like it’s the best book and the best story that has ever fallen into your hands.

I wish you every success; May your verbs take off my clothes, eroticize my thoughts and immerse myself in my weaknesses, my fears and my modesties.

make me know love

Make me know love, set me on fire with your memory, make the heat rise and my cheeks blush. Make me smile in the dark and solitude,  remember you tenderly, wish you in my arms on my sleepless nights,  and beside my bedside table.

Make the world enthusiastic, let them know the true ecstasy with you. Teach them the sensations you can create with a simple touch of your leaves, your fur on your bare skin, your words and your stories.

Make me know love, trust the impossible, glide through the vines of the jungle of your stories. Make me admire you, because I don’t know a better passion than to understand myself between your lines and give myself to your messages.

Come sleep with me, we won’t make love, he’ll make us

And so I surrender to Cortázar and dive into the depth of the heat of his lyrics. He hugged me for all eternity and I fell in love with his words. I paid tribute to our night of love, our dream reading and our vital entertainment.

May inability guide us each night, may we skip pages, may we not want to reach the end, may we yearn to finish and enjoy, may we smile and may a period afflict us.

We can enjoy, because there is nothing more beautiful than what you give me. I want my library full of books like you, and that is both unique and exclusive. And so I will be able to experience it many times as in our first time, book of my life…