The letter you'll never read... Until you arrived in my life, I believed that inevitable desire would eventually extinguish, that once obtained what was desired, that flame motivating us to achieve it would fade away. But with you, I discovered that it's not always like that. You taught me that there are desires that never go out, that our bodies know more about our needs than we do ourselves...
My body learned, along with yours, that, contrary to all reasonable expectations, every time I'm with you I have more of a desire for you. You've probably noticed that when we're in a public place we move and talk with such unnaturalness that any attentive observer would notice what's going on between us. The air thickens and burns, each gesture and glance conceals what we're really saying, every casual touch of our skin is a caress already enjoyed or to be enjoyed that produces an increase in that desire. My desire for you is the more pressing the more satisfied it becomes.
If we're alone, there's no space, time, reality, we're nothing more than ourselves, trying again and again to quench the thirst and hunger of our bodies, of our souls that found each other at the wrong moment. We can only be lovers for an incomplete time, when life lets us flee, we dive in without thinking, immersed in satisfying and being satisfied, glorious attempts, encounters of total, perfect sex...
I want you to know that I never pronounce your name, not sure if you've noticed, but even in the most passionate moments and when my surrender is absolute, I refrain from naming you. And I don't do it because I know that the day I do will trap me forever... Both of us know, as we agreed, our thing would be without pressure and commitment. But despite this, your bet rises every day... You propose to escape, flee, abstract ourselves from reality. I always accept the most unexpected games, you know that for your sake I am capable of following you to hell.
I'll never send you this letter, but I want you to know in some way that you're always invited to my dreams every night...
32 comentários - The letter you'll never read
Excelente 👏 👏 👏
escrito.......
Todos lo que hemos experimentado como leo, estos sentimientos, sabemos que no es fácil de hallar y que también casi irremediablemente el sufrimiento es parte del gozo, por eso celebro que lo sientas y lo compartas en tan bellas palabras, hace poco otra escritora hablaba de ese que no podemos reemplazar por mas sexo que digamos.
Mis merecidos +10 luego de las cero hs.
Superlativo 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏
besos Misko 😘
Gracias por compartir esto..
Me encanto! 😀
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta. Yo comenté tu post, vos comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
Sin palabras!
Gracias por compartir
Gracias!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😘
Bellísimo relato!!!
sos una DIOSA milady, me conmoviste, me emocionaste!
fav, reco, + 🔟 obvio... el combo completo para vos!
como no quisiera estar en tus sueños lady...... porque tu.... ya estas en los mios....
fina seleccion de sentimientos en un juego tan prohibido como la situacion que los inspira
mereces muchos mas puntos y reconocimientos...
aquellos que disfrutamos la lectura, disfrutamos de leerte
gracias por compartir
HERMOSO POEMA!!!
A MIS FAVORITOS GRACIAS POR COMPARTIRLO
Besitos 🌹 😘
Usted cree que se pueda exorcizar algo con ello? 🙄
Mi deseo por vos que cuanto más satisfecho resulta más apremiante."
Excelente!! Me encantó, me hizo imaginar ese hombre, esos encuentros, esas miradas con las que no pueden ocultar su deseo...
Impresionante y hermoso relato...
Hermosa forma de terminar la carta, se me hubiera antojado mas larga, pero bueno la disfrute bastante.
Quizá yo lo piense demasiado, pero me quedo la sensación de que "la otra persona" no es real, es un sueño en si, y que dentro del texto, el o la relatora, esta medio piruch@, que ese ser al que le habla en realidad no existe, por eso es tan evidente cuando habla con la otra persona, porque claro, se queda hablando sola.
De tanto leer tonterías al final termino delirando con textos que no tienen mas misterio jajajajaja
Saludos señorita.