When I imagine you saw me naked
is the soul of silk,
you ember
the crackling fire in the moonlight.
When I have your beauty
spring racing
I take refuge in your hips, your waist
slaves.
I leave all my crazy waiting on your body, your skin
always comforts me
cinnamon skin, dark skin.
I make love furiously
riding through your meadows and your eyes are stars
tattooed on high.
When I imagine you naked,
my heart and you're desperate
lark that flies far from my desires. Ernesto Ravelo
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