I dressed up for you, teasing, hinting more than showing... to write you lit verses, to bring you here, to my letters, and that when you read me, you imagine me.
The fire in the look, the skin luminous, white as a freshly opened jasmine flower, giving off an exquisite scent, sensual, delicate, impossible to forget.
And when your eyes run these lines,
i want something in you to awaken i can't help it...
that thy lips shall not open,
as if my name scratched the edge of your breath.
Picture me like this...
close, too close,
whispering slowly in the space between your thought and your desire,
letting my words touch you where I'm not yet.
I am the hint made flesh,
the heartbeat that becomes urgency,
the slight tremor that arises when you think of me
and you don't know if you read me... or give up.
I want to live in that moment
where your pulse changes the beat,
where your hands doubt...
and then they give in.
Because it is not only my body that calls you,
It is my soul ignites seeking you,
slipping into your silence,
wrapping you around, creeping in your every thought
And if you actually read me..
no vas a poder quedarte intacto,
Because every word of mine is made to ignite you,
so you can feel me without touching me.
Ven,
let me be that thought that does not leave you alone,
that invisible caress that runs through your skin from within... that burns the insides, that ignites every sleeping corner of your body...
until you don't want to just imagine me anymore...
G i r a s o l
(and.reds 🌻)
May 06, 2026
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Edited: Amante de la poesía 🦋
And when your eyes run these lines,
i want something in you to awaken i can't help it...
that thy lips shall not open,
as if my name scratched the edge of your breath.
Picture me like this...
close, too close,
whispering slowly in the space between your thought and your desire,
letting my words touch you where I'm not yet.
I am the hint made flesh,
the heartbeat that becomes urgency,
the slight tremor that arises when you think of me
and you don't know if you read me... or give up.
I want to live in that moment
where your pulse changes the beat,
where your hands doubt...
and then they give in.
Because it is not only my body that calls you,
It is my soul ignites seeking you,
slipping into your silence,
wrapping you around, creeping in your every thought
And if you actually read me..
no vas a poder quedarte intacto,
Because every word of mine is made to ignite you,
so you can feel me without touching me.
Ven,
let me be that thought that does not leave you alone,
that invisible caress that runs through your skin from within... that burns the insides, that ignites every sleeping corner of your body...
until you don't want to just imagine me anymore...
G i r a s o l
(and.reds 🌻)
May 06, 2026
Do not delete authorization
Edited: Amante de la poesía 🦋
