Her head fell back
beneath my hand.
I felt her breath change
beneath my touch.
She didn't look away.
She only closed her eyes,
as if surrender had become
easier than pretending.
I held her there,
close enough to feel every tremor,
and watched desire turn silence
into something almost holy.
Eres la razón por la que el deseo se volvió poesía; porque cuando te pienso, la piel imagina, el corazón se acelera y hasta el silencio parece pedir un beso