You fit exactly on the curve of my back, when I V E N G O and you become all the letters of my alphabet. My whole body becomes a sky that only you reach, with your hands. My toes tense, I know your warm death claims me its property.
For so many days I wish to kiss your hands, sleep on your palms, walk between your fingers, lick your knuckles, intertwine my phalanges to yours, until melt into your soul of the Northern Lights.
How hot to think of you in non-working hours, those that come with +18 labels where we are fit just to look at each other with the lights off while my heart lights up your mouthful of fresh water.
You fit on the curve of my back, when with closed eyes you engrave yourself on my skin and call me by my name from a thousand lifetimes ago, because this is not the first time we met, because this isnt the first time we loved each other.
-Mercedes Reyes Arteaga ✍🏽🧸You fit exactly on the curve of my back, when I V E N G O and you become all the letters of my alphabet.
My whole body becomes a sky that only you reach, with your hands. My toes tense, I know your warm death claims me its property.
For so many days I wish to kiss your hands, sleep on your palms, walk between your fingers, lick your knuckles, intertwine my phalanges to yours, until melt into your soul of the Northern Lights.
How hot to think of you in non-working hours, those that come with +18 labels where we are fit just to look at each other with the lights off while my heart lights up your mouthful of fresh water.
You fit on the curve of my back, when with closed eyes you engrave yourself on my skin and call me by my name from a thousand lifetimes ago, because this is not the first time we met, because this isnt the first time we loved each other.
-Mercedes Reyes Arteaga ✍🏽🧸
How hot to think of you in non-working hours, those that come with +18 labels where we are fit just to look at each other with the lights off while my heart lights up your mouthful of fresh water.
You fit on the curve of my back, when with closed eyes you engrave yourself on my skin and call me by my name from a thousand lifetimes ago, because this is not the first time we met, because this isnt the first time we loved each other.
-Mercedes Reyes Arteaga ✍🏽🧸You fit exactly on the curve of my back, when I V E N G O and you become all the letters of my alphabet.
My whole body becomes a sky that only you reach, with your hands. My toes tense, I know your warm death claims me its property.
For so many days I wish to kiss your hands, sleep on your palms, walk between your fingers, lick your knuckles, intertwine my phalanges to yours, until melt into your soul of the Northern Lights.
How hot to think of you in non-working hours, those that come with +18 labels where we are fit just to look at each other with the lights off while my heart lights up your mouthful of fresh water.
You fit on the curve of my back, when with closed eyes you engrave yourself on my skin and call me by my name from a thousand lifetimes ago, because this is not the first time we met, because this isnt the first time we loved each other.
-Mercedes Reyes Arteaga ✍🏽🧸
