The flavor of an angel is
Like ripe fruits,
It smells of tangerines,
It encompasses the perfect proportions
That your skin measures.
When i curl up around your body,
As if we were two spoons
One close to the other
And we embrace
Both expanding universes,
I feel, and you feel the intimate touch.
My flank and your side
In the same direction travel
Towards the constellation of andromeda.
I adapt to your curves,
As if it were a highway
Surrounding a mountain.
Concave and convex our bodies
Conform to the shape of tenderness.
Wrapping of arms and legs,
Hips and torsos,
Oxygenating delirium of our love.
Protected and safe,
Comforted in you and you in me,
We go through the night,
Like silent savannah owls
That quietly move through
The nightly mantle of our sheets.
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