i'm yours, my darling.

i am yours... sweet and naughty, romantic and delusional, passionate at every moment. Yours is my time, my revelations, my longings... even the time I don't have. Yours are my kisses: the tender, the romantic, And those who are born burdened with slow fire and uncontrollable sighs. Yours is my poetry, because without you inspiration would not exist. I'm yours, because even when I'm getting dressed to go out in life, I think of you.. How would you like to see me. And since I am from you and for you, even the color of my cheeks has changed; my smile became wider, more alive, more permanent. Because you have such a passionate way to dwell on me. To stay in my skin even when you don't touch me, To mess with my soul with a single look. And then I walk through the day pretending to be calm, While inside I carry this sweet desire to return to your arms, May the night find us tangled.... To feel your hands moving slowly, Like who reads their favourite poem without skipping a line. i'm yours baby... In the simplicity of a caress, In the depths of a kiss, And in this serene and burning love that, slowly, consumes me, In this feeling so unique, so soulful. i'm yours my darling, exclusively yours. Yenny Rojas G i r a s o l May 28, 2026 02:30 pm