…boriqua woman….

Is it possible to remember a distant memory?

I remember your lips, so soft, so red

pressed against my skin.

Tell me, what did my skin feel like?

Was it soft, was it sweet?

I can feel your warm breath upon my neck.

Do you remember what it felt like

to have your face nestled in my neck?

Do I arouse you?  I want to.

I want to arouse not only your body

but your heart and soul as well.

And I can imagine your lips

traveling down my neck and

placing gentle kisses

upon my soft, firm breasts.

Can you imagine that?

I can and more…

I can imagine your tongue

caressing my hard nipples and

my breath stops

and I have to stop because suddenly

I feel the pain of a desire that

seems will never be satisfied . . .

. . . but I remember your strong arms

embracing me, and feeling oh so small and tiny.

Tell me did I feel small and fragile to you?

Do not be fooled by my small stature

for I am a surprisingly strong woman.

And I imagine myself

wrapped in your arms

feeling safe and secure on my beautiful island

being lulled to sleep by the singing of the coqui,

the symbol of my people.

And as I listen to the nocturnal melodies

my mind drifts off to a different time, a different world centuries ago.

And I begin to wonder what my great-grandmother

could have felt as she gazed upon the face of the conquistador

of long ago, who would conquer not only her land

but her heart and body as well.

And I wonder what my great-grandfather may have felt

as he gazed upon the Boricua woman,

whose beauty and savage sensuality would cause him to take her country for his own.

Tell me have you any idea

of what that Spaniard from long ago

may have felt as he immersed himself in my tropical world.

And I begin to wonder

if there will be a new story to tell,

of a modern-day conquest,

of a Spaniard who crosses the ocean

to steal the heart of a Boricua woman.

…but how can you steal what is so willfully given?

And now I think that I shall go to sleep

for in my dreams, at least, I can be with you.

And in my dreams I can conquer the memory

that continues to fade with each waking day.

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2 Responses to “…boriqua woman….”

  1. radaronelson Says:

    Awesome for a minute I thought you were talking about me. 😉

  2. Sex, Spirit, Soul Mates and Chocolate....Ivonne's Journey Says:

    Do you have Spanish background? Boriqua is how the indians callled those from Puerto Rico, which was known as Borinquen prior to the Spaniard Invasion.

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