I’m waiting for you,
hiding behind this urgency
of the minutes you take
to finally arrive to me.
I’m waiting for you,
my body shivering
for the intense touch
your hands will bring.
I’m waiting for you,
remembering those things
that haven’t been yet
those you will stamp on me.
I’m waiting for you,
your kisses in my lips,
your body warmth inside,
the touch of your fingertips.
I’m waiting for you,
in the vicious circling
made by you presence,
by your soul in my mind.
I’m waiting for you,
your name and your body,
and my soul is expectant,
my core, my hands, my lips
I’m waiting for you,
to come inside slowly,
everything flowing fast
and afterwards exploding.
I’m waiting for you,
inside yourself and mine
in joy and mistakes
as you want me to wait.
I’m waiting for you,
right behind my glance,
right behind these eyes,
around my broken smiles,
I’m waiting for you,
hiding behind this urgency
of you inside me,
of the taste of your lips.