jamaican man

Beautiful Jamaican man
I would like to leave you a message
in the subway`s platform
where our steps cross each other
Look for me
The snow on your hair seemed like in a film,
the rest too
I would like to feel you each time more mine
even if I share you
The night brokes, the time, the condoms
The character completes her desires
plus
the fantasies she hadn’t imagine
beat her legs
I try to tell you with the intermittent voice
of pleasure
with the laughs you don’t understand why
“It seems to be that when I have orgasms it comes
the laugh”, I whisper,
Wait for you Monday at 12am or pm?
You are my gift and want I to keep you
Mine. Each time more. Like the city.