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Rebellious to my convictions, here I find myself revolting my actions, entangled between whispers and memories. Between sighs and shortness of breath, I breathe you in slowly, forcing my mind to remember you at all times.
An open window, a full moon and a starry sky are silent witnesses to this silence where I find myself. They are part of a scenery that matches a worn lingerie and sheets that slowly lose the scent you left behind.
Those sheets that protect so many moments and those secrets that were so much ours, when your footprints marked them. Sheets that don't lose their calm and at every moment they claim me, they ask me where is your warm body that now no longer rests on them.
My humidity doesn't cry in a clear pitcher, now my taste is bitter in my throat. No, it's not the same to be in other flesh, to feel other kisses that burn in my blood. No, I don't want to fool myself thinking that someone else will come to take you away, to erase your scent and all that you left in me.
Rebellious and crazy I lie on my bed and on my sheets I call you, asking for your clemency to come and see how that white lingerie you liked so much still looks on me, or the black one that drove you crazy when with your fingers you put them aside.
Rebel I scream your name because, even if you deny me, my skin needs you, desire moves me and passion eats me up. Rebel I ask for your audience to receive this beautiful transfer, a dose of lust that burns like fire in my veins and keeps my body warm just waiting for you, to show you in a sincere way that you are the one I love.