Se Me Antoja

I crave to immerse myself in your life,
that you fill every pore of my skin,
that my body be the refuge
of your tormented being,
that you find in my being
the sincere nakedness.

I crave to go arm in arm like children
and feel that we are drunk with dreaming,
that your hands be the port,
where I anchor my affection
and my mouth be that sea
that you can sail.

I crave to strip the truth from us,
to get drunk with two glasses of cognac.
I crave to possess you,
to hold you in my sex;
to be whole of me,
that I can feel you.

I crave to retain your caress,
to dress me with your being
all of my being,
that your eyes be the lighthouse
that helps me navigate
the worth of desires of pleasure.

I crave a madness,
to say goodbye to sanity,
I crave to moisten myself by your skin.

I crave to go arm in arm like children ...