Love

Love, look, don't get scared.
I don't need anybody swearing eternal love
Or plans of a future together,
I only want to feel your fingers
Going down my back,
Your lips
Singing on my ear
So still
That I cannot manage to get you,
Your hands
Drawing
The peaks and valleys
of my body.

I want that obscenity
That makes me feel female.
The fire
That turns me into a flame.
Your strength
Bringing my blood to life.
I want to start talking
And to feel you shut me up with your kisses,
To see you avoid
Include the world
Between the sheets,
To get lost between your arms and your legs
And just
Be loved.

I want to forget there is another life outside
Twisted on your body,
Held from your hips
While I desire
Feeling your hot sex.
I want you to give me
The infinite pleasure
Of losing myself
In your mouth,
In your hands,
In your tongue.

You know how to love me
Like no one else has done,
Without allowing any interference,
Or reproaches, or absurd arguments,
Or empty hopes.
Just two bodies
Willing life and present.
Don't get scared, love,
I only need that,
You, making me love
Like an eraser
Cleaning displeasures

But then
Leave,
Abandon my bed.

Magdalena Márquez (Madrid, 1961) is a secondary school teacher. She tries to teach through her two greatest passions, literature and cinema. She sometimes gets lucky, and gets her kids to share them.