blind lovers we are

mould me
retrace my spine
to fit the gentle curve
formed by your legs
and arms
touch me
read my skin with your hands
blind lovers we are
following the trail of desire on each other’s
my love
i never stopped being yours

Summer heat


Between the folds of her dress
Sweaty palms on tired skin
Sleepy bodies in the summer heat
A touch
Too heavy to fight
And kisses
Soft, afraid her skin might melt
Summer heat
Diving deep in dizzy smokes
Take me to the place
Where desire starts and carelessness ends
And let me slip
Between the folds of your dress