The Poetry Marathon

Feeling the same,
wanting to be together,
I live far away
but you hear my
beating heart,
I love you,
I am vulnerable
for exposing
my heart and mind,
but I accept this fate
because I chose you
back then and
I keep choosing you,
I feel it deep down,
I want you next to me
in this life and the next one.
I want to hold hands
and feel your warmth
next to mine,
skin with skin,
lips with lips
and my chest
against yours.

I look at me,
I look at you,
I watch your lips,
I am being scanned
by your deep eyes,
I know I want you,
I want to feel
the strength of your body,
the lines of your back,
the coldness of your
hands caressing
my being,
I want you
to listen to my moans,
hold my hair,
and own me
from this day
until the end,
I want you to be
my king and the
soldier of my battles,
the companion
of my victories
and the hero
of my wars.

Sometimes I am
called ma’am,
sometimes I am
called miss,
sometimes they
follow me with eyes,
other times they
follow me with words,
sometimes I look
tenacious and strong,
sometimes I look
modest and fragile,
sometimes all I want
is wild sex,
sometimes I want
kisses and hugs
from the man I love.
Sometimes I want
juicy beef or sweat cake.
Sometimes I want you
with me or without me.
Sometimes I need attention,
sometimes I need distance,
sometimes I am too much,
sometimes I am too little.

I was feeling lonely,
I gave up my dreams
and hopes,
after many trials,
many failures
I was ready to say
good bye.

I wrote a text
begging for his
forgiveness,
I have made a
mistake, closing
the doors of my
beating heart,
treating him
wrong and letting
him go.

I write him
a text so he will
know I still care.
One of those days,
he replied and
we started again,
feeling the same.

After a thousand words
I smell his red hair,
I kissed his spicy lips
and feel him
inside me,
felt alive and
he gave me a gift,
I was carrying his first child.