Un Cuarto De Hora

Quisiera hacerte una propuesta indecente,  hacerte sonrojar y ver tu expresión de sorpresa,  quiero hacerte sentir incómodo, acorralado, acosado,  que no tengas mas  escapatoria que acceder a mis demandas y sucumbir ante mis deseos,  quiero sentir el calor de tus abrazos, la humedad de tus labios, el olor de tu piel, la ternura de tus manos, el murmullo de tu aliento, la pasión de tus ojos, el peso de tu cuerpo, la firmeza de tu hombría... ...Gotas de sudor recorren por tu espalda... Recordar así cuando existamos entrelazados, cuando nuestra alma, cuerpo, mente y espíritu sentían como uno;  Maldito el momento aquel en el que nos toco separarnos y convertirnos en completos extraños enviados a sufrir esta difícil tarea de resistir la ultima tentación. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

As I lay here in my bed,  memories come running to my head,  I close my eyes, and I see you staring down at me,  I sense your hand touching my face,  and I can't help but wonder, am I in your head as you are in mine,  would you hear me, if I call out your name in the dark,  and if I reach out my hand, would you feel it touch your face. I must confess, I still dream of your bed ....

Driving on my way home the other night I realized the lack  romance in my life, I miss it, I want it, I need it, and not so much  because  of the person but for the fact that it feels like nothing else in this world,  all I am looking for is just a little romanticism, letting  that special someone see through to the true, soft and delicate side of you,  the touch of mystery and complicity that comes with it,  that feeling that makes you surrender all your barriers,  I miss that feeling that nothing else exits in this world but you and him. Men have  become indifferent and  forgotten their sense of chivalry,  women have become hard and no longer know what  courtship  means,  so much that now sex seems like a ATM transaction, go to cashier, insert card, get money, take card, leave; T hey want it in, out, done with and bye bye;  what did ever happen to endearment and flirting, we don't even try to look for affinity or compatibility any more, we no longer know the true meaning of int

Restless nights under the moonlight ‎​ I look at the moon and wonder if she feels lonely at times; So beautiful, yet so alone in her magnificence, Does she know that she shines for the lonely ones, ‎​For the ones in love, For the ones that wish, For the ones that hope, Does she know that she shines for us?

Illegal  Who would have thought That you could hurt me The way you've done it? So deliberate, so determined And since you have been gone I bite my nails for days and hours And question my own questions on and on So tell me now, tell me now Why you're so far away When I'm still so close You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry" You said you would love me until you die And as far as I know you're still alive, baby You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry" I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart I tried so hard to be attentive To all you wanted Always supportive, always patient What did I do wrong? I'm wondering for days and hours It's clear, it isn't here where you belong Anyhow, anyhow I wish you both all the best I hope you get along But you don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry" You said

Estoy harta de las mentiras y los engaños; porque es que tienes que salir por ahi, pretendiendo ser algo que no eres? haciendo que se enamoran de ti y dejando corazones rotos por doquier, no entiendo como duermes por las noches, no te basta con haber engañado a dos con cada una y todas las demás por tantos años? debí haber sido mas fuerte, pero tienes aquella habilidad de que no me importe ni tiempo ni espacio cuando me hablas, la verdad debería darte vergüenza el volver tantos corazones en piedra, y luego que, de que valen todas tu atenciones toda tu ternura y toda tu pasión si al final dejas todo devastado si como  hubiese pasado algun desastre natural, tienes razón no estaba lista, no para esto, gracias por romperme el corazón, una segunda vez, deber ser un rasgo de familia....

Here I lay within the arms of my beloved Morpheus, dreaming of far realms where sunsets are covered by pink clouds  and ancient lullabies are sang through the horizons,  for slumber is thy precious jewel obtained by the offerings of human dreams  to thy worshiped divinity who's arms i lay here within,  my beloved Morpheus.....

Shall i get away, fly from this invisible shackles that restrain me..... ...It would be a cruelty to cage a Phoenix, saddle a Unicorn or clip a Dragon's wings, all of which are wild, unique and above all meant to  be as  free as the wind beneath their wings or as the vast meadows beneath their feet... ...so why should you ask the same of me who carries the will of the dragon, portrays the grace of the unicorn, and as  irrepressible  as the eternal phoenix, I, for I reject you; your golden imprisonment; that which you may embellish with diamonds,  rubies  and  pearls ,  but shall  forever  remain as a vile cage....