Fate kept playing against me

Remember that uncertain ending to the story,
it didn't end there,
was the beginning of a sonnet,
something dressed in pleasure and eternal lust.


My body became impregnated with her skin,
of their kisses and the sweaty walk,
was no longer a mere curiosity,
was the desire of our lips and bodies.


Already the memories in me had stopped,
roads was what I had already mapped out,
smiles were drawn on my face,
as if he was just waiting for it to arrive.


It all started again as a game,
I apologize for the mistreatment of him,
as if I wanted him to give me back my time,
where I wanted to say I'm sorry, I loved you.


But time told me to be silent,
it's late and there's no more yesterday,
only the present should matter to you,
and not trying to make a go of it.


It was all a lie from me to think,
that weakness was overpowering me again,
as well as me to him,
in solitude our bodies in that old motel.


I couldn't stop myself from kissing him,
there was nothing to fear when I was in his arms,
he reciprocated what we both felt at the time,
a desire to be yours in body and skin.


And even though the water that fell on our bodies,
from that cold shower,
the warmth of his chest and the vibration of his body,
made me warm from head to toe.


I could moan over and over again for him,
feeling like touching the sky through the mirror,
the one that reflects our skin tones,
full of sweat and sinful pleasure.


There were no regrets at the sight of his eyes,
those full of lustful pleasure,
something hidden inside her being,
as deep as his body inside me.


We don't measure time by desire alone,
devoured we went to each other,
over and over again, getting exhausted,
but with a smile full of pleasure.


From that moment on I mark my destiny,
I don't want to lose him again,
so in time I loved you,
and in time I'll wait for you.


Because that exquisite taste on your lips,
of my body moving over yours,
of the mirrors to show us the truth,
was something I couldn't leave behind.