a poem is like a naked person.
distinguish the other
in the middle of the night.
save it up for the empty hotel room.
carried away by the naked dance
leaking under the sheets,
exchanging pleasure to every
point of the body, known to the human eye.
pull off the last of mine energy
while playing sweet havoc
with my sharpen senses.


we will just lay there.
touch each other,
when the desires became truth
for the very first time now.
we will just lay there
feeling the insatiable appetite
to stay in that moment forever.