When

I love it when,
laid on the bed,
face up,
you suddenly turn,
grab me from the back,
and, with a hand in my waist
and the other grabbing my breast,
you bite my neck.
I love it when
in that very moment
I feel your breath
in my ear,
and you grow
and, each time,
you hold me stronger
and I turn
and we kiss.
I love it when,
at night,
we join carnally,
like wild animals.

© Alicia Calero


Alicia Calero writes from Spain, and used this poem to take part of the first Heptagrama poetry contest.


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