Hello dear friends and friends of Poringa! I hope you're doing well. On my part, while writing some other things, I was thinking about uploading this poetry, written by hand a few years ago, dedicated to the second man with whom I had sex in my life... Which cost me a lot to find among my papers... Finally found it and I'm preparing to share it with you. A big hug and thanks for your support always, your comments, little messages, etc.I miss youDedicated to Mariano S.
I miss you...
It was supposed to be just sex,
and yet today I miss so much more than that.
I don't know how many there were,
I don't know how many will come...
All I know is that I'm looking for a man
to be with, and then not miss him again after we're done.
A coffee, some kisses, even quite a bit of sex.
And your overwhelming memory.
No one does it like you.
No one has what you have.
There's no man who treats me the way you treated me.
You loved me more than many without wanting to,
and you were more mine than anyone else's.
And I was never as yours as I was yours.
I'm really tired of missing you.
Of going home after being with someone
and only thinking about you.
About how well you did everything for me.
About how good it felt to do everything for you.
I miss your kisses, your voice, your gaze,
your naked body inside mine,
or talking to me...
I miss feeling incredibly well.
I never told you that I think you should be declared
patrimony of human sexuality;
but I also think you're a good guy... crazy, very crazy, very hurt, but very handsome.
And I'm surprised at how much I still want you.
Reviewing my cell phone to see if I have your number.
(That one I never thought I'd use again)
I want to take you out dancing again,
and wake up in your bed.
_____________________________________
If someone has never felt something like this, let them throw the first photo of Mother Teresa in a thong!
Kisses to all,
Morochadel84
I miss you...
It was supposed to be just sex,
and yet today I miss so much more than that.
I don't know how many there were,
I don't know how many will come...
All I know is that I'm looking for a man
to be with, and then not miss him again after we're done.
A coffee, some kisses, even quite a bit of sex.
And your overwhelming memory.
No one does it like you.
No one has what you have.
There's no man who treats me the way you treated me.
You loved me more than many without wanting to,
and you were more mine than anyone else's.
And I was never as yours as I was yours.
I'm really tired of missing you.
Of going home after being with someone
and only thinking about you.
About how well you did everything for me.
About how good it felt to do everything for you.
I miss your kisses, your voice, your gaze,
your naked body inside mine,
or talking to me...
I miss feeling incredibly well.
I never told you that I think you should be declared
patrimony of human sexuality;
but I also think you're a good guy... crazy, very crazy, very hurt, but very handsome.
And I'm surprised at how much I still want you.
Reviewing my cell phone to see if I have your number.
(That one I never thought I'd use again)
I want to take you out dancing again,
and wake up in your bed.
_____________________________________
If someone has never felt something like this, let them throw the first photo of Mother Teresa in a thong!
Kisses to all,
Morochadel84
30 comentários - "Te extraño" (poesía dedicada a un amante)
Sin ser mío fuiste más mío que nadie
Es terrible como a veces nos damos cuenta de las cosas un poquito tarde... Pero el consuelo es reconocer en una esa capacidad de sentir.
Qué fea es la sensación esa de no saber si alguna vez vas a volver a encontrar a alguien con quien tengas tanta piel para coger, porque si bien podrás encontrar cuerpos hermosos, manos que sepan tocar y lenguas que busquen a fondo, siempre habrá uno que te prende fuego con sólo rozarte!
Gracias morochita por abrirte así,
Besos, Lau.
Sin ser mío fuiste más mío que nadie
hermoso realmente
gracias...!
Seee, hermoso, muy hermoso, excelente poesia ❤️
Saludos 😉
SOBERBIO FINAL! JAJAJ
ufff !!! totalmente!!! sigo sintiéndome una pelotuda por estas cosas!!
que fea impresión sería ver a la Madre Teresa en tanga
Coincido con bebe el final es genial, te dejo puntos
🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
HAY MOROCHA,TENGO LA FOTO PERO NO QUIERO MOSTRARLA!!!!DEJEMOS A LA MADRE TERESA EN PAZ..
como que me encanto y me dio pena a la vez es feo sentir eso,y mira que nunca me paso,pero leyendo tu poesía me imagine si me hubiera pasado a mi...no se como lo soportaría 😞 😞 te felicito porque lo expresas genialmente y volveré con puntos el sábado porque ya prometí los de mañana,buenísimo morocha 😉
lonelybat, corpi, pupylon, fer_z, gracias por pasar y comentar! Me alegra que les haya gustado.
Bebe23, Morochoaltivo19, gracias por vuestra visita, por leerme y divertise con mi final...
llosthighway Hay miles de minas que muestras, miles de tipos que suben videos o fotos de minas que muestran... ¿Y vos me venís a pedir a mí eso? Jajaja. Gracias por pasarte y comentar! Ya vas a ver que algún día vas a acogotarte el ganso con un texto y hasta capaz lo pasás mejor que viendo un culo...
Moni, diosa, ¿Así que vos tenés la foto?? Pero mirá vos... Yo creía que eras humana! Jaja. En parte me alegra que no te haya pasado nunca, y en parte no, ya que eso de extrañar es algo interesante de vivir, no agradable, pero bue, se soporta, se supera, y se repite (al menos en mi caso! me alegra que el tuyo sea diferente!) Un honor que una escritora como vos me lea!
Besos grandes a todos!!!
vuelvo gustosa a cumplir lo dicho +10 y ya quiero leer algo mas 🤤 🤤 😀 😀
AYELÉN
Saludos.
Giuseppe.
Baco
(por cierto, yo tengo cierta historia con un mariano s...jajaja)
Sin ser mío fuiste más mío que nadie.
Y yo nunca fui de nadie tanto como fui tuya.
Me pegaste un tiro de realidad en el ventrículo izquierdo del corazón.
De todos modos le dejo lo que pidió: Lo pide, lo tiene!!!