Metaphors of a naked hope (Neoporn Story)

She and I trusted only one thing, our bodies. Everything she represents as a concept excites me. Her tastes, her actions, her way of speaking, her dancing silhouette that is a constant caress to my imagination. Everything about her makes me a free being.

Esperanza and I are as united as we are distant. In meetings between friends we don't speak to each other publicly, quite the opposite, we are like enemies. When all are neglected we fuck in some corner where nobody sees us and we have a delicious time, they are fast but I would give my life for the pleasant peace that gives me to hear their groans.

Your sublimity calms me, Esperanza. You are the magic that I only find in your skin. Remember that day as the moment where for the first time I flew like a subtlety of a bird that breathes into a body and tickles for all the pleasure.

I know you remember it too, that night between candles and petals, the right light for our porn and at the same time poetic photographs, they suggested that we write verses to read them at dawn and say that they were badly written. See Netflix after intercourse, eat bedding and kiss our necks. Behold how you masturbate while the petals come out of my mouth and fall on your body, your groans that are almost screams when I begin to spank you until you see your red ass, very red.

"Fuck me now, Louis, I want you to give me all your poetics."

I love to penetrate you hard and that you ask me, that you beg me like a crazy fuck, that you ask me to hit you in the face, that you spit in your breasts, that you suck my penis and then we kiss each other like the most sacred symbol of love.

That night was the best, you know. Many prefer to write testimonies for Whatsapp, read them and reread them until they are memorized, but we prefer to fuck like crazy, invent positions, achieve multiple and synchronized orgasms, put your legs on my shoulders, read Cortázar until I sleep.

And then we don't need to say nice things to each other, just a whisper, a "I love you" and then dream while our legs are anchored.

When it dawned, I saw how your back waited for my presence so that together we could appreciate how the sun came out to illuminate our bodies, our philosophical theory and praxis of being lovers.

"Fucking with you is like living in a garden of gold."

"Fucking with you is like burning your neck."

"I like it when you look at me like that, wanting to kill me and take my soul to your infernal world."

"Would you like to play with candles?"

"I want you to burn my breasts, my whole body, I want you to burn me, slap me and break my ass, motherfucker."

When I heard that from you and saw how you moved to prepare yourself, excited and ready for me, I had an erection that was not of this world, I went directly to look for the candles, tie you, apply the lubricant, play with our art of kissing.

I don't think even Pablo Picasso could have been as happy with his works as when we kissed. I give Pablo's example because for me art is one of the most pleasurable levels of love that exists.

Then I put Sade on the home teather and it's incredible but when we listen to his songs we feel more excited than normal, we break a limit in this world as if we were moving to another plane and everything in us is so delicious.

"Oh, ahj..."

You groaned and it was like listening to the angels recite Rimbaud's poems.

It is a pity that now we only have to wait for our next meeting. But I know that when we see each other we will make love and it will be like doing it thousands of times in one day, frantically. Because when I am inside you I am free and all I need in this life is freedom, the peace that your kisses give me.

Cover by me and image taken from Unsplash