Missing you (After Night. I wake up and write verses for you...)

After an impenetrable night

floating dreams

concentrated thoughts

fertile imaginations

how to tell you, Fi

that in this morning of the last Thursday of April

the pages of my mental bookshelf

are full of your name?!

Your eyes, Fi

I think about them

I imagine them,

There will be other eyes,

among those who have ever seduced me on this planet Earth,

more beautiful than yours?!

There will be other lips,

among those I've ever tasted,

that they're sweeter than yours?!

And there will be another body, oh, my goddess,

among those who have sown me in their feminine forests

that is more desirable, fiery and sensual than yours?