Til dig i dit inderste.
Af Bo Jakobsen
Sidder og skriver lidt med dig, imens mine ord forvandles til en helhed.
Mærker varmen fra dig, for du sidder så tæt, som kom du ud af min hud.
Rækker ud, rører dig, dufter dig, smager dig med min tunge
Kaskader af kuglelyn forløses i mit underliv og tænder det voldsomste begær i dig.
Imaginært kysser du mig tættere på gulvets ubearbejdede overflade,
så rustikkens splinter borer sig ind i mig, og vækker mine dybeste længsler.
Ordene, lydene står i kø for at forandre, fortælle og forfører.
Din smukke hals strejfer mit hjerte, idet du går forbi.
Dufter din kvindelige modtagelighed og brænder i kroppenes kød.
Du er så tavs, at jeg kan se dine tanker i
December nattens ånde, der anstrenger sig for at afslutte endnu et år.
Du vil mig mere end jeg nogensinde har villet mig selv.
Fylder mig med toner så dejlige, så nyfødte,
at, jeg føler mig evigt forbundet. Ser livet, nøgen, for første gang.
Bider mit temperament i stykker, flår min hvide skjorte levende
og lader dig elske mig indefra og ud.
Tager i mod dig og bliver aldrig den samme igen.
Undres over aldrig at have set dig.
Kan ikke længere ændre øjeblikket og eksploderer
I din skælvende svedige krop
Hvorefter intet nogensinde bliver det samme.
Join my facebook site "Jagten på det autentiske i mennesket"
or bojakobsen.blogspot.dk
ENGLISH VERSION..
A beautiful love...
For you in your heart.
I am sitting and writing a little to you, while my words turn into everything.
Feel the warmth of you, for you are as close, as if you came out of my skin.
Reach out, touch you, smell you, taste you with my tongue
Cascades of ball lightning redeemed in my abdomen and turn the most powerful lust in you.
Imaginary you kiss me closer to the floors un worked surface,
so rustic, that splinters are pressed into me and awakens my deepest longings.----
The words, the sounds are queuing up to change, tell and seduces.
Your beautiful neck touch my heart, as you pass by.
Smell your female receptivity and burns in my skin and bones.
You are so silent that I can see your thoughts
December night breath, making an effort to finish another year.
You want me more than I ever wanted to myself.
Fills me with tones so lovely, so newborn
that, I feel forever connected. Stand in life, nude, for the first time.
Biting my temper in pieces, rips my white shirt alive
and let you love me inside out.
Taking against you and will never be the same again.
Surprised that I never have seen you before.
Can not change the moment and explodes
In your trembling sweaty body
After which nothing will ever be the same.
Join my facebook site "Jagten på det autentiske i mennesket"
or bojakobsen.blogspot.dk
For you in your heart.
I am sitting and writing a little to you, while my words turn into everything.
Feel the warmth of you, for you are as close, as if you came out of my skin.
Reach out, touch you, smell you, taste you with my tongue
Cascades of ball lightning redeemed in my abdomen and turn the most powerful lust in you.
Imaginary you kiss me closer to the floors un worked surface,
so rustic, that splinters are pressed into me and awakens my deepest longings.----
The words, the sounds are queuing up to change, tell and seduces.
Your beautiful neck touch my heart, as you pass by.
Smell your female receptivity and burns in my skin and bones.
You are so silent that I can see your thoughts
December night breath, making an effort to finish another year.
You want me more than I ever wanted to myself.
Fills me with tones so lovely, so newborn
that, I feel forever connected. Stand in life, nude, for the first time.
Biting my temper in pieces, rips my white shirt alive
and let you love me inside out.
Taking against you and will never be the same again.
Surprised that I never have seen you before.
Can not change the moment and explodes
In your trembling sweaty body
After which nothing will ever be the same.
Join my facebook site "Jagten på det autentiske i mennesket"
or bojakobsen.blogspot.dk
