The prelude to our intended act was,
Thoughts turned to colors
Tastes made one with smells
I was under his spell
No noise could distract me from the rhythm of our exchange
No aroma could dissuade me from the savoriness of his kiss
I was in bliss
His hands shed me of restraint,
as our rhythm lead us to freeing shadows
In them we unrolled our fears
Intertwining our freeness
Limb with lip and lip with limb
Lip to lip and limb to limb
Only nakedness stood between us,
with its unforgiving glare.
came to hang over me.
But then my legs closed,
to his ghost.
- Esperanza G.