short love poems

short love poems

The married infidel


And that I I took to the River believing it to be mozuela,
but I had a husband.


It was the night of Santiago and almost for commitment.
Faded lanterns and lit the crickets. short love poems


In the last few corners I touched her breasts asleep,
and they opened suddenly as jancitos ramos.


The starch of his skirt sounded in the ear love poems
as a piece of silk torn by ten knives.