want you, love

Eu escrevi isto há uma semana, enquanto estava na Madeira, numa folha de papel arrancada do caderno da minha mãe:

- I wanna know your smell;
- I wanna feel your skin against mine;
- I wanna feel your heat;
- I wanna see your teeth smiling at me;
- I wanna see your eyes watching me;
- I wanna feel your arms around me;
- I wanna hear your laugh, your voice;
- I wanna feel your lips against mine;
- I wanna taste your tongue;
- I wanna hear your heartbeat;
- I wanna feel your heavy breath against my neck;
- I wanna know what you think;
- I wanna hear you say my name;
- I wanna feel your hands all over me, feeling me;
- I wanna know your entire day;
- I wanna know where you're going to be tomorrow;
- I wanna feel your fingertips exploring my red cheeks;
- I wanna lay down on top of you in a field of grass;
- I wanna look into your eyes and see your soul.

I want you, period.

E já fiz isto tudo contigo, amor @