my love disturbs, troubles and hurts!

disturbs you?

the kiss not given
the caress lost
the silence, this solitude
the anger contained

Troubles you?

what might have been
and sorrowfully was not?
the kiss glued
the furtive embrace
our sensual dance

Hurts you?

the pleasure that you not sense
the body forgotten and warm
the scent of woman on me
the memory of ups and downs
the flesh wet

I ask to myself if you still wait for me
and hopes that i will be more valiant than you
and be affected by the same faults.....
Because my love disturbs, troubles and hurts