Life begins, life ends and, apparently, God let the sadistic puppet-master to play with the puppets saw-dust pumping from their hearts, the long duration of the play will wear out string by string until the puppets become just a handful of wood, with pain, forgotten on the ground.
A boat salon can’t possible be the frame for a first or last encounter of two people that have desperately search for love, dreaming of love, believing in love, and yet, never experienced it with its full force, like being caught by an overwhelming wave of lava.
The boat’s master-bedroom then, sterile yet warmth wood panels, but not flowers, no colors of happiness, no explosion of little details proclaiming life,
Not until she was naked and my lips for the first time kissed………life!!!

Paneled with warm mahogany wood,
bed cushions with silky silver tones,
light that can be dimmed to shadows,
lonely when you see it, but never cold,
waiting the right moment, and for her,
she was here, even when not in the room
the scent of a woman so much desired,
reaching from the other side of the world,
a dream, an Aladdin genie granted wish,
something to go on forever, sweet love.

The flesh want its dues, passion burns,
but the real lovers, exhausted wants more,
that touching of the skin would tell tales
of yearnings, of kisses, of being so alone,
time weights like undeserved punishment
of carrying over the shoulder a great stone,
hoping to feel the skin warmth softness,
longing for those fingers you to explore,
trying not to open your eyes as you touch
and caress, you don’t want to wake up.

She was soft and warmth as I imagined,
tips of my fingers given her goose bumps
and provoking a giggling here and there
with delights dreamed and not felt before,
my lips were telling her of the fire inside
traveling from her neck down to her toes,
climbing volcanoes descending to valleys
exploring every inch of her body, to know
if after so much distance I was to get at last
her divine taste on the tip of my tongue.

With innocence of first time lovers we tried
the vacillant first steps less could we spoil
and incredible moment of pure tenderness
taking us back to the first day we were born,
full of fondness arms enveloped our bodies
as the arms that where enveloping us now,
the burning fever will come much longer after
when the flames at last will caught with us
after our hearts went inside each other heart
and the pain of needing to meet, away will go.

I don’t know who was then inside of whom,
feeling what I had never felt in my life before,
maybe it was solitude desperation of a dream
perhaps it was much more, what they call love,
but I know that I held her much tight against me,
a small child with a pebble he don’t want to lose
or a shell found on a golden beach somewhere
as he presses it against his heart for all it’s worth,
her woman deepness held me desperate tighter as
merged in bed, I whispered, ”don’t you ever go.”