One Thousand Women, None Like You by Alejandro Mujica-Olea - HTML preview

SECRET LOVE

Come, little girl of mine,

to my arms

of copper chains.

My lips desire you,

your scarlet lips.

I give you my sexual body,

my hands that wish to caress you,

my mouth that wants to kiss you,

my sex that longs to sink into you,

like roots into earth.

Come my love,

let’s have sex now

before our bodies rot.

I yearn for

your fairy-like body.

I give you my secret poetry,

my secret life,

my secret week of solitude.

I am yours, I am yours,

take me.

I am yours if you desire me.

I love free love

between two free beings,

on nights like this.

Translation by:

Monique James & Belkis Possamai