Prosa Barroca

Me gustaría invitarte a un recital de prosa,

Comeríamos galletitas y escucharíamos a Vivaldi,

Nos leeríamos mutuamente,

Y con los ojos nos desnudaríamos,

Con las palabras nos acariciaríamos el corazón,

Con las comas aturdiríamos los sentidos,

Y con los puntos nos daríamos estocadas en el pecho,

Hasta quedar desechos e inertes,

Mutuamente satisfechos y deseosos de más.

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Lluvia ácida/Dissolved

Ella entró en el cuarto,

La luz de una tarde de otoño entraba por las cortinas,

Nuestro encuentro académico fue breve,

Sus ojos golosos me invitaron a abrir su blusa,

Y palpar sus pechos gloriosos,

Amplios, firmes.

Ella se desnudó y se entregó dócilmente,

Su cuerpo espléndido lo recorrí.

Mi lengua cómplice la sodomizó con paciencia….

Sus gemidos se mezclaron con los míos,

Reclinada contra la pared nos fundimos.

Al terminar se fue para no volver….

Y su recuerdo se disolvió en la lluvia ácida de octubre.

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She entered the room,

The light of an autumn afternoon filtered through the curtains,

Our academic meeting was brief,

Her greedy eyes invited me to open her blouse,

And feel her glorious breasts,

Large, firm.

She undressed and surrendered meekly,

Through her splendid body I wandered,

My accomplice tongue sodomized her … patiently.

Her moans were mixed with mine,

Leaning against the wall we merged.

At the end she left … never to return.

And her memory was dissolved in October´s acid rain.

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Urban Romance

You came to my room to practice your score,

You looked busy,

Instead, you ended up gloriously naked,

Your body slowly deflowered by my lips.

Your mouth murmuring obscene poetry.

But it´s OK,

We have enough time for ourselves,

Because the city outside has already forgotten about us.

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Caffeine Shuffle

My morning coffee,

Smells like a Steely Dan song,

Looks radiant, like a poet´s muse holding a pink hat on the beach,

Has determination, like the tires of this cab, leading me somewhere,

Nowhere,

Anywhere,

Anytime.

Sweet Cyanide

It´s early at night,

Her body smells to whisky, arsenic and flowers,

Her sweat is pure cyanide,

Her long hair I slowly pull out as I descend toward her thighs,

I should die tonight,

Yet she needs me to live another night,

And experience depravities she tells no one about.

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Poema Inmoral

Quisiera envasar mis pensamientos,

Aislarte en un frasco,

Contemplarte,

Dedicarte versos,

Admirar la voluptuosa simetría de tu cuerpo,

Y notar como el tiempo te preserva…

Como arte, como fetiche, como embrujo,

Como talismán,

Y como inspiración para actos moralmente deplorables.

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Naughtiness

I ask a question to the wind,

And the only reply that comes is the sound of your mouth as it swallows me whole,

My heart, my memories, the proteins in my body,

Everything disappears,

And nothing is left other than your naughty smile.

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