And what it all boils down to

I care, but I'm restless

I'm here, but I'm really gone

I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby






We are all mortal until the first kiss or the second glass of wine.




 



Every Saint has a past

Every Sinner has a future.



The intensity grew

as we approached the climax.

You were in full control of your body, I was simply still, submerged in your love and tenderness as you hovered over me. A kiss, a slide, a subtle touch of your nipples here and there. I would dare to raise my hands, hold your waist, squeeze you, but my intention and desire of directing you succumbed to the intent you clearly had.  

You were the ruler. You defined the game. You were master of timings and developments. And I could feel it developed, every single time, closer, every single touch, more electric, every drop of sweat, wetter and warmer. 


Then you looked at me, smiled, slided through my stiff erection, completely enveloping it with your desire. Stopped for a fraction of what seemed like a minute, at the apogee of our will and want. Smiled naughtly, faked a few touches, and then, we merged. 


I finally grasped you firmly, sat, while we rocked together. And we gently rowed across the pond of desire unto the horizon.






Likely about 10 years

Since I realized you for the first time. Already then I wondered, but the true wonder came as I got to know you, so mucj later.

But there was a something lingering in the air. The way you moved, the way you smiled, the way you sat, the manner you spoke.

Or maybe it is just my imagination that filled blanks. But I suspect such a strong imprint would not have been left without me realizing what I discovered so much later.



Do you want something simple?

The silence.


Behind this sacrifice

Can't you see the words?

Can't you see the things?


And you cry

And your heart don't cry

And you're sitting

Why can't you feel, can't you see

What is happening to me?

All the thinking time

All the love you gave it to me

Gave it to me

I can't understand you

Why, why this happens?

Why can't you see I'm selling lies?




Vibrant consciousness.

Oscilatory to the rupture point.

I am tired

Seriously tired



Words you'll never say

 


I have no armor left.



Quanto mais longe

Mais perto de ti.


Sinto no tempo, o meu tempo a morrer.

Our nights were golden

A glow was always surrounding us, there was always some light so I could see your contour.

I now close my eyes, and I see your golden skin surrounding me, touching me, holding me. And I sleep at ease.





Judicandus homo reus

Huic ergo parce






The cost.

The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.



I am so sorry





I want to believe

you are subliminally telling me something.

and therefore, I bow my head in shame.



By night

 


By Day

Hope

 




Night and day


 

Sleepless

If only I knew.

2025 starts

As 2024 ends.