Page 33 of Wishing for La Luna

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And that’s how I find myself wide awake at three in the morning.

Sleep won’t come. No drugs, not even a painkiller. Dulling the pain never makes it better in the long run. So, I’m sitting in the dark with this hole in my stomach, but my thoughts are on Luna’s smile and her parted lips. My mind is stuck on replay, watching her walk in her pink dress and sneakers, looking beautiful, earthy, and thick. I know sleep won’t come tonight. So, I flip the night light, grab my notepad and pen, and pour out my thoughts.

No queria verte así

I don’t even dare to fantasize

But it only took a touch

A turn of your head, widening of your eyes

A smile that reached and grabbed me by the throat

I can’t swallow

I can’t breathe

Solo quiero una cosa

The taste of your lips

Mami, sueño con desnudarte

Con morder to cuello

Y los senos chuparte

Perderme en el valle entre tus piernas

But in this moment, it can wait

Cause I have something else on my mind.

Nada mas te quiero besar

Sentir tu aliento mingle with mine

Don’t lean into me if that’s not what you want

If you don’t open your mouth, me puedo controlar

Pero apretaste mi mano

And parted your lips

That little catch in your throat

Demanded my kiss

The world filtered through, like always

Y me quede con las ganas

De probar el sabor de tu boca

Y saciar el deseo que me azota

Until the next chapter

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