Shadows

As two clay figures blend, caresses lose that absurd reality where I can't find you.

The voice from another time, Louis's enormous chronopio's bellow, begins to fill the room, making lamps, sheets, cups, and clothes tremble. Two bodies also. Light seeps between the spaces left by the rhythm marking it. But it is later. Much skin later.

It rains, pouring down from above, soaking everything. It's one of those nights when cold seeps into your bones, hope of finding the warm refuge of your heart on fire.

We enter the room. As if it were the most delicate task in the world, it is, I dedicate myself to looking at you, devouring you, my hands tracing the path of your body. That silhouette so full of light and shadow, contrasting and fading against the veil of night.[/swf]

The shirt slips down your shoulders with a sensual moan as I see your felinelike outline dancing with your shadow. The fabric complains in pain at separating from you, and I ignore its lament because already my hunger is appearing before me, feasting on your bare neck, skin taut, pulse of your blood tracing it, raindrops forming a labyrinth that leads to your neckline. My mouth, this humid, hot combination of tongue, teeth, lips, becomes a rose with thorns, scratching the skin of your neck, closing in around it. My hands continue to wander over the landscape with a taste of rum, as one by one the buttons fall, wounded to death, opening up the path to the imminent appearance of the wonder.

Now the rose leaves a furrow between your clavicles and chest, my fingers guided by the chaos of passion releasing the prison of your skin, drawing arabesques, forming figures that must also be love. Then comes the break, the precipice where I stand ready to leap, you separate from me because I want to look at you, amidst this radiance. Your mouth, that door, since the crimson of your lips assails me, invites me to find it and the kiss becomes a battlefield, wild, overwhelming frenzy. The alchemical collision where that breath that loads our souls.

It transmutes into flesh, liberating vacuum, leaving only the truth of our bodies fusing in a room, anywhere. Fire on fire, time seems not to want to wait, and the blaze becomes a comfortable place. My mouth drinking each crystal pearl, my tongue approaching the sickly limit of your corset, the limit that my tongue barely reaches, while my fingers disarticulate it, then your breasts before me, erect nipples, and my mouth claiming them, the rose using its best petal to caress them, summoning Eros to possess you. Your moan brings back memories of a time when we were Mud and now that sticky mix, where we're molding ourselves to each other... Why prolong the tale of another desperation, anxious to transgress all borders, your pants and underwear fall, and in your absence merge with that reality from which I escape. In some other universe a sun has just burst forth so you can be naked before me. The love comes, like a tsunami, and nothing we can do can stop it. Perhaps blue space where we find ourselves, always so alone and now so close.[/swf]

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Pd: I wanted to take this opportunity to thank those who rewarded me with points, comments, and above all reading (everyone and everyone). It's important for me to know that someone enjoys what I write. Special thanks to Kaluracd and Quitokiki for consistency, dedication, and good vibes.[/swf]