Chrono…

15 minutes…

Scarce…

An instant in a lifetime,

A tiny detail of time.

Eternal…

A privileged memory

An unknown innovative emptiness

Vital eternity.

Your hands on my chest

Feeling of peace and restlessness

Confrontation and calm.

Those hands…

My passionate instability

The control of my desires

Calm over the anarchy of my feelings.

Confronted…

Face to face

Parsimonious and restless

Restless and calm

Anxiety and patience

Loneliness and distance

Between two revolving doors

Mind and body

Two doors in rhythm

Open and Closed

Closed and open

… An anchor to hold them

Always open.

Your modified pose

Behind my back

Massaging passions

Embracing temptations

Reawakening lust.

My body…

Private property

Possessed by the excitement

That comes from feeling restless. Exposed…

You relax and excite…

With a single gesture

I feel my breath pumping at a slow pace

When blind I don’t think.

Uncontrolled

When I imagine excited

What you can claim

What you’re capable of devising

With your suspicious hands

Dancing them on the ground.

I experience…

Stimulating sensations

Intertwine needs

Peace and Desire

Lust and calm

Without hurting your feelings.

Excitement…

The flame is lit

The door of desire opens

Manual stimulation the proposal

After which…

Strange 15 minutes.

So much…

So little…

For what is necessary.

Long…

To hurt sensitivities.

Spend that time

Completing that instant

That pensive lapse.

So short…

So long…

So…

We modify…

Assorted postures

Revised scene

Same actors

Reformed script

Defensive position… Face down.

Resting your body

On the sweetened bed base.

Breathing shortness of breath

Putting out internal fires

Perverse concealment

Hiding the robustness of the possessed

The amplification of the plaintiff

The exponential perversion

Of feeling helpless

In the face of experience.

15 minutes…

Maybe not enough

Maybe a lot

To continue in the present

To rewrite the becoming.

O.