YOU ARE A DELICIOUS ABSENCE.

It's hard to count them, or describe them. Because each encounter is different. Their caresses are different. They've touched every fiber of my skin. I shiver even before their fingers reach me. I hold my breath for just a second that seems like an eternity to me. That only ends when the distance between us disappears. Each kiss is a painful reminder of my own mortality. That I'm not eternal. That one day, inevitably, one of them can be the last kiss. Feeling the softness of their lips brushing against mine. The way it gradually intensifies, becoming more and more invasive, deliciously invasive. It doesn't just alter the speed of my heart... it makes the whole world move under my feet. And when closeness crosses all barriers, I don't just lose my footing, I rise as if my soul is being torn from my body. Yes, my skin tugs at the warmth of their hands, those kisses that can't reach my mouth, cling to me in a painfully strange way. That they've become a necessity. Some can make me laugh uncontrollably, while others force me to close my eyes and breathe rapidly. To cling to anything with all my might, in an absurd attempt to control the tremor that shakes my body with force. That's how intense everything is with you, even when I don't have you. Despite knowing only your voice and your face... it's still a mystery to me. ®️ Jazmín Ley ✨ SEPTIEMBRE 11, 2026. Los Delirios De Jazz