Virgin

I can still feel the charming rain on our bodies
pouring and tickling.
The sacre & the profane
all in a night
the night in which we lost our verginity
of mind &
emotions.
We dared to fall into each other flesh
with blind eyes,
and handled the strenght of the world
with our passionate heart,
finally unlocked from a plastic box.
All that matters
was in her hands that night
and she completely ignored that,
managing the universal soul with a laugh of pleasure.
The combed english nature caressed her warm skin
with all the possible softness and gentleness
a million of shooting stars cried, moved to tears for her beauty
&
Music shivered electric along my hands
as i lined her profile in the moonlight.
The sweet smell of her hair on the fresh lawn

was the promise of my redemption,
the softness of her skin brought tears to my eyes,
and

in one night
the destiny of what remained of my soul changed
as I no longer belonged to the army of terrestrial creatures.

Unique like a unicorn
impossible like sun in the night:
nothing compares to a crumb of her love