Wiinzta

 I asked in a whisper for someone like you.  Oh, what an entrance!  What a change in events,  how perfectly planned.  By the grace of the universe may we both grow and remain curious for each other.  In wonder, gentle in spirit, fierce in desire, beautifully entwined.  Let's build it.  Let's build it, slow.  Like the anticipation of our first kiss.  The wild rush, the euphoria, the ecstasy,  Running through every brain receptor,  Invading and trespassing time and space  Because our lips finally touched.  Let me give you a gentle love, patient soft caring slow burning  A - let's walk everywhere - kinda love Let me show you companionship,  a teammate, a place of comfort that keeps you wild.  --- Wiin 

 I've been walking these streets.  They know me well.  But now, I look for your steps, your smell...  Printed on the edge of my brain is the frozen frame of our ephemeral touch.  Dimmed lights.  Your legs between mine. Green, gray, light; your eyes.  This eyes that yell at me to come in.  Slow burn,  The sweet process of absorbing every millisecond I get to walk with you.  Trying to remain sane when every cell in my body is in inner strife.  I can't deny that extending this slow burn has me dancing in the corner of delusion.  Waiting for this yearned delicious catastrophe of chemistry that we've built.  ---- Wiin 

 My dear,  What will become of me now? There's not a single second that passes by that's not a delirium to think of you.  The world stopped obeying me.  There's nothing left but to imagine you.  Insatiable is the euphoria that I would get from caressing your skin.  There's not a second that doesn't burn in this fever of thinking about you.  Having you close and maintaining my sanity has been the biggest challenge I've had the last few days.  My dear, What will become of me now?  Now that you have me at the mercy of your voice.  At the shore of your walk.  At your feet without thinking.  Just by breathing your same air my skin bristles.  Just by feeling your presence on the other side of the corridor my soul flies.  My heart beats fast. You have my absolute dedication.  My devotion with no return.  My dear,  What will be come of me now?  ----  Wiin 

Querida mía, Aún vaga en mi alma el vestigio de aquella noche, como un susurro de tiempos idos que se niega a desvanecerse.  Tu vestido azul ondeaba como un secreto revelado al viento, y yo, rendido ante la gracia de tu andar, fui prisionero voluntario de tu fulgor. Tomaste mi mano, y en ese instante se quebraron las horas, se disolvió el mundo, y solo quedamos tú y yo, errantes en un paraíso que se alzó entre el bullicio.  Sonó una bachata, aquella misma que antaño mis manos guiaron las tuyas a descubrir, y sin mediar palabra, nuestros cuerpos hallaron la memoria del compás, como si el tiempo no hubiese pasado, como si cada nota nos hubiese estado esperando. Tus labios, apenas un roce en mi cuello, incendiaron la noche, y en mi pecho quedó grabado el sino de tu beso, el eco de un fulgor que jamás mengua. Dime, ¿será este un amor que la eternidad respete?  ¿Habrá un sino en el que volvamos a encontrarnos en un vals sin final?  Dímelo, amada mía, ¿bailarás conmigo otr...

Among the stars or maybe is it under the sea? I know it’s written somewhere,  Our paths, our journey, our walk. I lay here, preparing patiently for our eternity When you get here, I’ll have a warm place for you  A really nice cup of coffee  and hopefully you like it with bread too. I’ll have a little letter and there you’ll find a key.  I’ll welcome you with a soft kiss, a tight hug, and a smile. We’ll look into each others eyes and we’ll know  That the stories were true. We’ll laugh.

 There won’t be another.  Make your peace with today.  The giving of the heart and soul unconditionally will probably happen again.  Though this time, we will pay attention.  There won’t be another, you see, I know you’ll realize some day and you’ll know.  You’ll think of this time that slowly dripped through your hands into a pool of forget. I, on the other hand, will erased your existence and then someone else with the correct vibrations will make this dance flourish.  There won’t be another-  Like me. — Wiin