KISSES TO A FAR PLACE

Small projects were forming in my mind,
focused towards the warmth of your breathing when you embrace me,
nourished by moments in which I can not help thinking that the world is you.
...
And that is the suspicion of what will happen,
that moment when the mind could not even think clearly,
while your sweet words turned honey my soul
and the memory of the limits has been lost.
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That moment when everything is forgotten
but the intention is always remembered,
that intention that your eyes give away
and that make your lips feel throbbing.
...
Because it's not just a kiss the intention
nor the most expected contact,
it is that surprise of the heart to be in another rhythm
knowing that your lips will be mine.
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Oh evil game!
That which makes the passage of time slow
when I hope that your mouth finally,
already surrendered to temptation,
make the future part of the present
and transport us to that moment
that only the feeling of kissing matters.