I have a poem burning on the tip of my tongue, impatient to be born in your mouth, to pour slowly between your lips, and down trembling down your neck,
leaving kisses where there used to be silence,
dropping lit verses in your collarbone.
I want to follow the warm route of your skin,
go down slowly to your abdomen,
there where desire awakens
and passion breathes hungry...
Recite wet and fiery words to you
a few inches under your navel,
in that holy corner
where the heart of longing beats fierce,
where fire is born
and it spreads like lava on blood.
I want to drop my lyrics on you,
Like hot honey slipping on your skin,
savoring you in every break,
hear you sigh and whisper my name
while the air doesn't fit
between your chest and mine, heart.
G i r a s o l 🌻
April 24, 2026
dropping lit verses in your collarbone.
I want to follow the warm route of your skin,
go down slowly to your abdomen,
there where desire awakens
and passion breathes hungry...
Recite wet and fiery words to you
a few inches under your navel,
in that holy corner
where the heart of longing beats fierce,
where fire is born
and it spreads like lava on blood.
I want to drop my lyrics on you,
Like hot honey slipping on your skin,
savoring you in every break,
hear you sigh and whisper my name
while the air doesn't fit
between your chest and mine, heart.
G i r a s o l 🌻
April 24, 2026
