“Sex should always be an exchange, not an expectation” Vagalume
I wanna get loose of myself
only if it means a double encounter in my bed,
devoting ourselves to each other
in a noble fight without any other harm
than the pleasure of invading your trenches
and letting you in my borders.
Let’s stop holding into our flags
and let us be explorers
in foreigner countries
that we will end up making ours
(at least for some time).
I wanna wonder in your map for hours,
discover every single corner hiding a secret
and searching for the light bubs
that will bring heat into a room
we will fill in with the breath of our voices.
I wanna taste your essence,
I wanna write into my skin
the words hidden under your own sins,
only if you dare to drink water from my stream,
only if you don’t fear the waves of my ocean
with the sweet bitterness of my rebel nature.
I can’t wait to let you under my legs
to see how you dive into my body
and we swim together
holding invisible hands
while we kiss each other’s deep seas.
I wanna admire your horizon,
get loose of my sight
and sail your boat as if it were mine,
for seconds that will turn into minutes made hours,
on a shared journey of (self)rediscovery.
I wanna take a one-way ticket to heaven
and stay up there all night,
making love to the moon on a triple hug
that will be our only chain in freedom land.
So, how about flying together?
I don’t mind holding your hand
and becoming the rope that moves you up north,
I just hope that you don’t mind taking me south
in an exchange of breezes of our hemispheres.
Wanderlust sex.
