Poetry

Messages

Messages for to wait.
Messages for to stay up late.
Messages for to wake up early.
And make the day.
Reading and hoping
That there are more like you
To like me for me Just like you do.
Reading and smiling replying for more.
More of you The mentality of you
The emotionality of you
Waiting for the physical you.



Abraham Esparza April 22, 2006 9:30pm
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Breath Deep

The warmth of your breath touching my skin
The willingness in your eyes
Touching me deep within
Deep within the lust that wants to explode
Explode from the rush as I carry you up against the wall
Kissing you, stroking your hair
Your arms around my head pulling me closer into you
As if my lips are the only thing that won't let you fall 

Each kiss we treat as an eternity
Heavy sighs as each article of clothing is removed
Your legs wrapped around my waist
Your ankles on the small of my back
My lips on your breasts
Your breasts wet from sweat
Sweat falling down my back
Your pussy touching my stomach
waiting for company
Waiting to let me in
Wanting to let me in
Begging for me to come in
My penis teasing
Your eyes screaming
Louder than your words
Your words say fuck me
Your eyes say love me
As I let myself in
You cry
With joy
With pleasure
Each thrust followed with more intensity
Each scream followed with more wanting
More Loving
No stopping


Abraham Esparza 6-19-06

Forgetting

Forgetting you is easy to do
Remembering you?
a fool is who?
Your cold-hearted hold
Fond memories will never be told
Finding you easy to miss
Do you exist?
Another to scratch off my list.


Abraham Esparza
3-12-10


I Hope



I hope these words make you cry
I hope your morphine gets you really high

I hope you perish
So burn, burn, burn away

Why must I execrate?

I want to obliterate
I want to designate
Your feeble-minded soul

I hope your sorrow doesn't go away
You, an ungrateful son of a bitch
No one is listening. Nobody cares
So go back to your bottle
And erase your past.



Author's note

I wrote this a few years ago. I think with my sister. But I remember writing most of it. Sometime between 1999-2005
I'm not sure it makes sense.


Fingertips


We touched
It was a good-bye
Our hands
Slowly pulling away
It was my high
Light of the day
Fingertips
Feeling a lifetime a second
We touched
It was a good-bye
My high
Will never die

Abraham Esparza
Nov 17 2011 11:31pm

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