"Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer."

Juntos

Por el reflejo de mis ojos en los tuyos
Por tu mano en mi nuca al desatarnos
Por los "sólo un beso"...
y que nos den las dos de la mañana.

Llevo pensando en ti toda la vida,
sin saber que serías tú.

Toda la noche en vela
con el corazón a ritmo de infarto.

Dicen que se puede morir, literalmente, de amor
y qué bonito sería,
pero quién querría vivir sin ti.




(creo que no podría sentirme más llena
ni más viva
ni más feliz)