Laskiaf Amortegui

MOON

The moon sinks into the night,

My tongue in the middle of your mouth.

The clouds dance around him,

My hands on your waist.

Poets are inspired by seeing her,

My tongue is inspired by licking you.

They write immortal verses to him through time,

My libidinous incarnated pen wants to write a poem about your navel, and reach the most intimate part of your being.

Poets daydream when they observe the queen of the early morning, imposing, resplendent and very sure of herself,

My eyes are delirious when I see your sweaty and seductive skin, with my footprints on you.

Everyone loves the moon, and how can you not love her, if she is the accomplice goddess of the night.

Yes, she, the moon, clarifies and illuminates the path that leads me to you.

Laskiaf Amortegui

Colombia.