For Me

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For Me.

77 miles of art

I want to paint on your body.

The stars dancing on

Your skin under

a brightly colored

Moon. 

The sky trembles

And the tide

Blushes, when your

Beautiful silhouette

Glides through this

Earth. 

As the night watches

It wishes

It were human

Being so that it can

Enjoy your sweet scent.

The daylight fears

That you are

The star that will

Have the Sun

Bow down its

For a simple touch of your caress.

The constellations

Hear the innuendo

Of my broken

Poetry,

And understand

Why I

cannot speak

When your I feel

The heat of your

Body near my

Limbs.

The air wonders

Where the butterflies

Have flown,

Although it knows

All too well that they

Are all inside of me

When you’re near.

You smile

And the Earth weakens.

Jealous, it

Weeps

And knows that

It has lost me

For a being that

so completely fills

My soul.

And it beckons

The planets

And they try

To stop me,

But the sun  

Rises from

Afar to defend me

And tells them

That it is only natural

For me to love

A beautiful

Venus, and to let me go.

“She’ll be fine.”

The sun pleads for me.

I will write home

And I will sing to the

The galaxy

Apologizing

For following

Everything that is

So romantic.

But it’s too pure and

Clean to not see,

That

The rain poured

This woman down

Just for me.

For me.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

Everyday Valentine

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Everyday Valentine

The powerful theme of your love and

The sweet elixir of your lips

Show up and bless me in the night

Telling me

You want to hold my hand

Through every hurdle in this life.

You have so much love in you

And you are my love.

You are love itself.

In its most exotic, sensual and beautiful self.  

I don’t know if I show you nearly enough that you

Deserve the world

And that

Everything is secondary to our love.

It’s true,

You are my valentine,

But you are much more than one day of love

You are 365 days, sometimes 366,

Of what life is really made of.  

Of makes my heart skip a beat.

Like the arms that embrace me

When I do the dishes,

Or the quiet hands that

charge my kindle when I forget before we go to bed.

Or the affection you show when you have coffee

Ready in the morning,

Leaving me a note telling me just how much you love me.   

All the little things are equal to one big love.

And I notice.

You are my partner, my best friend and my love,   

And we are in this together. 

And everyday of every season,

Especially when there are clouds in the sky,

I’m here to show you, just how thankful

And proud I am

To walk this earth with you

And call you  

My wonderful other half,  

And my everyday Valentine.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro

Slow

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Follow me… Slow….

Woman,

Take off your clothes

Because that is not how you were born

Take my fingers through your

Teachings

And show me where I’m reaching

To give you the ultimate preaching

On how a woman should be screaming.

Slow….

Remind me to slow down

To turn ever so slowly each corner of your body

To not touch anywhere but your soul

Because until I get to your true world

My fingers have to first explore

Slow…

Your lips I touch

With my fingertips

Then they travel to unravel

What the nape of your neck is hiding

Where I stop and kiss your stress away,

But only with a shy kiss

That does not allow my tongue to be released

And so it lingers until

My fingers demand to go down

And explore the path of your delicate spine

Slow

I circle your middle back with enough pressure

To reléase a gentle moan out of your breath

Then ruthlessly

My lips slowly trace my fingers’ path

And I continue to your lower back

And I lay you down

And I breathe that you are queen of my Heart

While I caress your hips

And my hands

Land at your navel

Where my fingers and my lips fight

To see which one gets the pleasure of the essence of your sex tonight

Slow….

It is sinful how beautiful you are…

The rest of this poem

Is for my lady and I.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro