Filthy
A dating in a bar. Content Warning.
I arrived at the bar in the early morning. There were few customers, most of them already drunk, there was a chubby little girl, she told me her name was Perla, she was sitting with a drunk who had already fallen asleep. I spoke to him and bought him a beer, he accepted and came to my table. We were talking nonsense. The atmosphere was very horny, there was a gay man who was in the crotch of someone at the next table.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
Puzzle
There are puzzles in your skin that I need to solve. Discover unexplored parts of your soul, rediscover (Again and again) the previously discovered parts of your body. The softness of your back, the nervousness of your hips, the freedom of your legs. There is something about you that leads me to get closer, to blur your doubts with kisses, to admire you with your red corset tight to the top of your skin. There are nights where nothing exists but your gaze stripping mine of doubts. Memories open to what the red sheets will bring us. Laughter before the first kiss, moans after the penultimate thrust. I've been living with you in my mind for so long that I think you're everything I want to feel. And even...what I never felt.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
