Boca
Mi boca quieta ya desnuda
desvestida de esa manta
que la cubre, que la esconde, que la calla,
se inquieta pues está antojadiza
de ti, de tu piel, de tus besos, de tu carne,
de tu deseo y de ese poder tuyo
de satisfacer en mÃ
esa sed que nunca se extingue,
esa que existe debido a ti.
Se me hace agua la boca pensando en ti.
MARLENE WOODS
Mouth
My mouth still once nude
undressed from the cloth
covering it, hiding it, quieting it,
is restless because it craves
for you, for your skin, for your kiss, for your flesh,
for your desire and for the power you possess
to satisfy in me
that never extinguishing thirst,
the one that exists because of you.
My mouth waters at the thought of you.
Marla's Word Play 