Ecstasy Poem by UMBELINA FROTA Linhares Pimenta Bastos

I like to be with myself.
Remembering, dreaming.
To feel your lips.
Your body next to mine
in ecstasy.
Missing you!
Is that sin?
No. It is to dream.
It is to want to love
and to be loved.
To feel what I have never felt.
Inebriating you and to be enebriated
by your kisses in the moonlights.
Our lips going through our sweated bodies,
without fears,
with passion and madness,
forgetting the world outside.
Our bodies becoming only one.
Four walls,
musics, a thousand of secrets.
whispers, sheets in the ground.
Wine, whiskey, champagne.