10 and 10
Friday night
The end of another cruel week,
Everyone already has a plan
But today I'm not here to dance.
10 and 30
Already collapsed in bed
Friends accuse us of being boring
We lack the urgency of yesterday... perhaps.
But something tells me
that the such slow nights
the moon grows and the magic begins.
I know from experience
that things get hot
around 11 and 11 you'll see.
10 and 40
I kiss you on the neck
and from there
the events begin.
Your body has not given the signal
I am not going to be discouraged .
Fifty past one
a bite on the ear,
it works
because it puts you on alert.
I don't want to rush... whatever.
But when I notice your skin crawling,
I know you're already on your way to biting the pillow.
I look at the clock and I don't know how it happens
But at 11 and 11 you want more.
And I don't know if it is in good taste to continue
but I have never known how to censor myself.
And between pulling hair and scratching backs
The neighbors heard more than they dreamed.
The most perfect ending to this hard week,
You looked so beautiful there all disheveled.
Ten a.m. I wake up here next to you.
How lucky I am to wake up here next to you...