I steal and pillage your pale skin
While enjoying the short escape from these chains
Chains long years that tie my spirit lost in the meander of the past,
Where life I left and life waits for me.
Beyond the curtain of this perfume, beyond the warmth of these limbs,
beyond the smoky breath of these breaths:
that is my place, the paradise that I covet.
You have no power over me with your femininity,
that you give me loath, yet you tremble in my arms,
drunk of unexpected pleasure.
You’re wrong and still wrong, moaning frightened by the imminent danger.
I know what I’m carving, you know that it’s not you.
Faint illusion fueled by empty passion, you should deny your hope.
I know who I want, you know that it’s not you.
My madness enchants and conquers you. Yours makes you falls, blind in the dark.
I keep my light, that doesn’t belong to you.
I don’t belong to you. I belong to the past,
Where life I left and life waits for me.
R. Vera
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