hazel thoughts

Dear,
with or without my Mexican hat
take advantage, abuse me, breath by breath.

Let me kiss,
with sweet slowness,
those beautiful jewels
that grow on top of your breasts.

I am feeling the tickling desire for...
a few precious moments,
that you call me by my name
while wandering through your hips
and hollow fruit that’s lying inside your lips.

This isn’t a lovely poem,
those thoughts are somehow
beyond me…these words
were written for...oh, something took my memory.!

I have coined a suggestive poem,
please, forgive me If I stumble.

Fidel Guerra. March 7, 2020~

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What a beautiful poem Fidel so full of our lingo and our land, it reminded me of a poem by a Chicana poet Sandra Cisneros (not my relative)

Dulzura by Sandra Cisneros
Make love to me in Spanish.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mi
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querrido, that loved.

I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.

Say my name. Say it.
The way it's supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.

 

Guadalupe,
I love the poem you shared with me...
I haven’t read Sandra yet but her poetry is just the way I would like mine to be.
Thank you for coming around and taking a look at my crazy writings.
Some of these ideas came to me, long time ago while listening and dancing to Pegasso….

Oh memories,
time and time and never on time;
the only time these will be on time
is when we are done, then, dear Guadalupe,
we will have them all...

Saludos, hugs and kisses with care,
Fidel Guerra Cuevas.

 

hi how are you doing?

I love this poem.

It shows a big and deep feeling¡¡

Literary greetings¡¡

 

Nube atardecer,
I don’t know what to say, my words get stiff when I get surprising comments for my humble ideas.
I won’t lie to you, when I write in English I walk to the refrigerator and switch to an american beer and music.

In fact,
I am touched deeply by the memories this poem brings out, which, unfortunately,
I have a hard time avoiding because she’s a daily gift of life, but no longer for my eyes...someone's else.

Saludos,
Fidel.

 

Now.. this is what I'm talking about soldier...

tingling sensations in noah's ark... no need to apologize

 

Gus,
you’re funny dude….
but no, there’s nothing hidden in the closet.
I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed that I hardly laugh
in words, it’s just to weird for me to even giggle this way.

A message like yours
is a prime favorite of all my macho feelings,
because, its very appearance suggests that I’m a mystery.

I love flowers, cooking,
sharpening my nails,
novelas, tea, bingo,
I’m a real man,
truly.!

damn hangover...I'm having birria de chivo para eso.

Saludos,
Fidel Guerra.

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No bro..
I don't have any doubts about your manhood...no is not like that at all.
I meant to send tingling.. shivering chills to women with your solicitations...is all good.
you lay the trap.. and they fall in it twice. .

 

Gustavo,
I wasn’t trying to explain my sexual orientation.
I just had had a moment of misunderstanding, but definitely, it is a better tune.

Estimado Gus,
I brought you roses y un piruli... Just kidding.!

Thank you for your, now, familiar visits.

Saludos,
Fidel Guerra.