Author: João Carlos Aleixo
It has always been a desire, an unfulfilled will
Making love in the rain, by the sea
I remember how it was today, such an autumn day
You and me, on that beach at night, on a one-way trip
Just the two of us, the sea, the moon
I wish you were mine and you wanted me to be yours
No stars to count, the overcast moon
I lay you on the sand, I launched myself the discovery
I gently touched your face, kissed your neck
You shivered, I felt like a boy and a boy
I didn't need light, I didn't need to see you
Just with the touch, I felt your body tremble
Shivering wasn't from cold, it was from deep desire
And I absorbed by your body, the world could end !!!
With my hands between your thighs, I kissed you fervently
I wanted to take you that night, very slowly
Explore every inch of your body, indulge me in your beauty
I never wanted anyone like that, I was sure of that
The clouds covered the moon, the little rain was falling
And I between your breasts, I was discovering you
The rain wetted our bodies, it didn't stop us
Our desire didn't cool, in the rain we would love
The rain that fell, the sea that bathed us, your salty body.
Unique, delicious flavor, sacred moment.
Two bodies that joined the rain, souls that satiated
Promises that were fulfilled, wishes that were fulfilled
Moist moans, torrid wills, madness of youth
Common feelings enjoyed to the full
And it was that night, wet but hot
That I kept the memory of the two of us in my mind.
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Posted: Jun 2020
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Making love in the rain
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May your heart be happy and your days be bright,
May your roads be smooth and your burdens light,
May you find your dreams and touch a star.
And never forget how special you are, just like your beautiful smile and your eyes.
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Posted: May 2023
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Never forget how special you are
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Words are a great treasure of the truths and feelings spoken. They show a little of my person, who seeks to reach the heart that he loves, and thus, sometimes they call me a poet. For this reason, when writing them, I have to measure them with the feeling, each one that is transcribed. It only needs to have one weight. Within this understanding that I have, the words need to say something, just as I read them. This vigilance with the written words, I do only to please the feelings. I take the necessary care to write, this being my greatest and true treasure. I'm just love and affection, I have sensual thoughts and erotic attitudes.
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Posted: Sep 2021
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WORDS
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When my lips touch your skin and my hands roam your body,
I will dive into the deepest desires of your soul and you will feel, within you, all my love.
We will then be one person. You will see that all our fantasies will gain wings and lead us to a universe of our own, and, like colliding comets, we will find ourselves ecstatic in extreme pleasure.
At that moment, the silence for fractions of a second will be absolute, being only broken by moans and softly whispered words, and our bodies, like river springs, drenched in sweat, will slide gently on the sheets, in movements of caresses and complicity. At that moment I will kiss you with all the intensity of my being and, looking into your eyes, I will say I LOVE YOU!
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Posted: Aug 2021
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BLISS
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I was never very sociable.
I never fit in those circles of friends
Where each one tries to show off more than the other,
I never liked being the center of attention.
I like simple things, simple people,
Eternal loves and lifelong friends.
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Posted: Jul 2021
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I run looking for a place
a safe place
A place where my soul breaks free
I look for the fresh air of roses
I seek the peace of silence
I look for the peace of the lost smile
I'm looking for crystal clear waters
I'm looking for your safe haven
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Posted: Jul 2021
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The strength of a man is not seen in the width of his shoulders, it is seen in the width of arms that surround him.
A man's strength is not in the deep tone of his voice. It is in the delicate words you whisper.
A man's strength is not measured by how many friends he has. It is measured in how good a friend you are with your children.
A man's strength is not how he is respected at work. It is in how it is respected at home.
A man's strength is not in the hair on his chest. It is in the heart within your chest.
A man's strength is not in how many women he has loved. It is whether he can truly love a woman.
A man's strength is not in how hard he hits. It's how lovingly he touches.
A man's strength is not in the weight he can lift. It is in the burden that you can understand and overcome.
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Posted: Sep 2020
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THE STRENGTH OF A MAN
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Words that you said and no longer say,
Words like a sun that burned me,
Crazy eyes from blowing wind
In eyes that were mine, and happier.
Words you said and said
Secrets that were slow at dawn,
Imperfect, murmured promises
While our kisses allow.
Words that say, meaningless,
No way, but just because they were
That brings the calm of the stars
At night that associates to my ear ...
Words that do not say, nor are yours,
Who died, who no longer exist
That are mine, only mine, because they persist
In the memory that drags through the streets.
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Posted: Jul 2020
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Words you said
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"She doesn't like love stories ...
Love novels.
Love movies.
Love poems.
Reunions, happy endings, in love stories.
She thought love was an invention of weak spirits, like faith.
Unnecessary fragility. Source of dependencies and complications.
Loss of individuality.
She was not a cold or cold woman, she just did not believe and did not like the word love.
It satisfied the desire for sex not to create affections, commitments.
When she met him, she was already at a peaceful age.
He had built his life, free of permanent presence and longing.
For him, displayed back for the first time at the time of farewell.
For the first time I wanted to see someone again.
For the first time desirable to stay after the sacrifice or the body.
She said:
- Never say I loved or leave!
- I will never say I love you!
And the word love was a forbidden word.
Whenever he felt the word grow in him;
Whenever I knew he was a prophet, I shut him up.
It sealed the word in his mouth, with yours.
And the word love ... was silence.
He asked:
- Why don't you say the word?
- Why don't you want to hear it?
- Why do you make the word shame and secret?
She was silent ...
The promise made in a girl's bed was silent with a woman's hatred.
I was silent ... as I closed my ears to not hear a word.
He was silent, as he pursed his lips when the pediatrician said.
The word love, sign of acceptance, surrender.
The word love, word that would kill the girl itself.
She said to him later, almost in the following:
- Never say I loved or leave ...!
- I will never say I love you ...!
One day he didn't show up ...
The silence of love becomes unbearable
A new and unwanted feeling grew within her.
Try to ignore the body's call.
Shut the will ... Shut the longing ...
When you didn't resist.
When you give up the fight and receive yourself, turn it on.
He said sadly:
- I love you ....!
- ... and hung up.
He ran to her. He had waited so long for voice and word.
He opened a door to her house with a key that was hers.
The key she doesn't have before anyone else.
Written on the walls of the corridor, in the living room, going out to a street through the windows and blinds.
Written in red, as if organized inside, tearing, piercing walls.
Written all over the house,
was the word “I LOVE YOU”.
He saw her in bed ...
In the hands ..., a paper that said fired.
On paper, drawn by child's hands,
there was a smiling man holding a girl with wet eyes in revolt.
The man said I love you and smiled.
A word crossed out over and over ... until the paper is torn ...
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Posted: Jul 2020
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SHE DIDN'T LIKE
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MAKE LOVE
Making love is more than sex
It is an art that goes beyond the skin
Undress a soul, calmly
and surrender without fear
nor modesty.
It is a divine act
infinite enjoyment
is to make the body
an instrument of sublime pleasure
with passion and tenderness
where desire flows like water from a hot bath
and the words sound like poems
that the lips describe
and the hands print
for anatomy
sliding like foams
exhaling sensual odors
that numb the senses
chanting sighs;
and the bodies of lovers
explode in a lustful tremor
of total enjoyment ...
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Posted: Feb 2020
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MAKE LOVE
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Love the life!
The little ... the much.
I love what I am ...
what I believe in.
What I want to be ...
I love the setbacks ...
that make me learn ...
get better and better ...
More me. Happier...
more man!
Stronger...
I'm authentic!
Not everything ... nothing
in words ... in gestures ... in touch.
And even more ... when I hear the silence ...
silence that in me.
It makes me more and more each day .....
Unique and true.
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Posted: Mar 2020
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Love the life!
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Eyes that don't lie ...
feel their sensitivity.
Mouth that shut up, in the silence of a while.
Heart that feels pain, cries a fate.
Tramp being, lives in the inertia of a world,
where the images that surround you! ..
they are pure in heart, naive in feeling.
Your feeling is the eyes that speak, spring in a tear.
Beautiful nature to the eyes that close,
decode you with a simple smile,
I do not let this impossible desire escape the instant.
Heart, your beat accelerates.
Thought that you make me wish ...
hope your eyes live in the springs of tears,
I don't see you but I feel you in a chest.
Dreams that live with the wind touching my dry face.
Frosted from the look or mist of nature,
hide passion for a plural.
Disown me or bless me,
behind a look, my being.
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Posted: Mar 2020
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BEHIND A LOOK
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