Σάββατο, 4 Αυγούστου 2007

when we made love


When we made love,she'd scream that it was like the sea.In bed she was next to me and over me and under me swimming.

She said she was swimming in the sea,the waves cascading inside her.She'd rise and bend and strech and circle,saying it was the waves. I would fly above or under her or in the midst of her,flying above her undulating blue sea.I would fly above her listening to her words.

I 'd tell her to go a little more slowly because I wanted to smell the sky,but she'd pull me into her sea and submerge me and push me to the limits



2 σχόλια:

Ανώνυμος είπε...

Φρουμαζει η θαλασσα, γαλαζιο ατι ορμαει καλπαζοντας στις αμμουδιες με αφρισμενη χαιτη, αστραφτοντας αρμυρα με κοραλλενια χαμουρα δοντια μαργαριταρια και καβαλαρης πανω της ο Ανεμοβασιλιας.
Γεματη
τρομο χαρουμενο τη νοιωθω να με παιρνει στους στροβιλους του ταξιδιου που δεν τελειωνει παρα μ'ενα ναυαγιο η με μιαν Ιθακη.
ΛΕΝΑ ΠΑΠΠΑ 'Τα Ποιηματα' Β'Τομος
Karina

trellomousikos είπε...

him: Why should one dislike summer?
her: For the reason that its too short...