FROM ONE 

TO NINE

To imagine you in a party dancing

smiling, drinking and sweating

owning the floor

having all the fun

cloud number one.

To imagine you  like a princess, yes

wearing a red dress, or a black one

high hills, pearls in your neck

holding a glass of champagne

eating a strawberry out of my hand

that would be cloud number two.

To picture you bare feet at midnight

holding my hand

walking on the beach

looking at the stars

yes, cloud number three.

To picture you taking a bath

in the middle of the day

  scented candles

soft music on the background

thinking about me

cloud number four.

To dream with you swimming on a river

naked, your hair loose

 nature as a frame and my hands painting your beauty

cloud number five.

To dream with you in a Barcelona beach

taking a sun bath, drinking a cocktail

reading poems of love

cloud number six.

To kiss you,

cloud number seven.

To embrace your entire body

caressing your hair

while time goes by

without worries

and nobody to answer to

cloud number eight.

To undress you in a hotel near the beach,

 with the ocean singing to me

and the breeze of July calming my nerves.

Very slowly, taking your clothes

kissing your entire body frame by frame

taking my time

allowing my fingers travel your body

your back

as if I were playing jazz

in a night club in Paris.

To hold your breasts in my hands

liking the whip cream with my tongue

looking at you, closing your eyes

as if this was a dream.

To listen the rhythm of your heart

the heavy breathing spelling of your mouth

the hot sweat in the palm of your hands

while kissing your feet and

liking your toes.

To hear from your broken voice

to make you mine

to actually make you plead,

while the drips of hot wax

hits your belly.

That my love

is

cloud number nine.

The End