a poem - a soft and tender mother

Vera, unknown voice whispering lust
silence witness of my fantasies
the soft kiss that turns into a bite
untouchable for now.

Gods forbid me to please her
so devils come to my help.

Alone in the night she claims for my words
and ask for my body to be next to her.

Vera, desire and innocence to be discovered
to be taken to the darkest night
and let her feel the emptiness of my hand
a hand that want to caress her unseen smile
a hand that wants to grab her pale body
while our eyes explore each other dreams.

Vera,
a corrupted body
a naughty desire
a soft and tender mother
lets surrender to the red wine
and dance, just simple lets dance...

Carlos Lopez May 2017