TEU ESCRAVO

TEU ESCRAVO

Tu tens em mim amante qual escravo
Que entrega-se em volúpia aos teus desejos.
Teus pés se for preciso, querida eu lavo
E cubro cada dedo com mil beijos.

Lambendo tuas coxas, pernas, sexo,
Eu faço o que quiseres, sou teu par.
E perco meu juízo e já sem nexo
Penetro cada furna devagar.

Estou, querida, enfim sempre disposto
A fazer com vontade o que tu queres.
Sentir teu gozo entranhando meu rosto

Beber e me esbaldar nos teus orgasmos
Ser amo ou ser cativo; o que preferes?
Apenas não suporto mais marasmos...

MARCOS LOURES

SEI QUE NOS AMAMOS

SEI QUE NOS AMAMOS

Amor em confiança
Perfeita e sem engodos,
Trazendo uma esperança
Que acabe com os lodos,
Procuro em contradança
Os teus carinhos, todos,
Nos versos, aliança
Somos iguais nos modos.
A vida traz o bem
Que sempre desejamos,
É sorte de quem tem,
Amor que desfrutamos,
Não ligo pra ninguém,
Pois sei que nos amamos...

MARCOS LOURES

A GREAT LOVE

A GREAT LOVE

Tilling with sweat each poem,

Trying a crop that does not come,

There is so much to imagine a course well

And just another deception finally commit.

And when I dive into the void,

The unfortunate luck should not

Knowing that no one will come to the end,

My old heart, the pains - the ghetto.

Could the nights so cold

Just find in the early morning

The shadow of who both wished.

My world was lost and without direction,

With every mistake, more doubt,

That-beyond-a great love; find...

MARCOS LOURES

LONG AGO

LONG AGO

Long ago I seek an exit

At least allow me to pursue

Unafraid of the way of a future

Stroke by grief, vain wound.

Sometimes hope dilapidates

How much still remained to be assumed and

With nothing more to even ask you

Only preserve the fragile life.

Having no solution every problem,

The old loneliness that both handcuffs

The bitter feeling both of whom

I loved and not knowing any affection,

I walk this scenario so stingy

Marked by pain in disenchantment...

MARCOS LOURES

WHINING

WHINING

I do not see any chance of succeeding

Surely the suffering in outcome

Expresses what the future traced

And it every step I desert

Where could be closer,

Life shows a crude and fragile face

Whose every moment showed

The world discovered meaningless.

I could not be happier. Doing what?

Looking for your eyes, but where?

The sparkles are just fireflies,

And I seek thee in peace,

Only what life certainly cries out

Translates into your everyday whining...

MARCOS LOURES

HOPE?

HOPE?

The sacred mantle of hope

Greening the breast of one who loves,

Trying reborn in fragile flame

While voice beyond stubbornness and pounces.

The time when it actually progresses

Increases more and more the old drama

Although seek new plot,

Gradually lose faith, trust...

But nothing would prevent the dreamer,

A step in the same vain. And when love

Invade no questions asked, simply.

Changing how could

Living in hands and having the fantasy,

Even that little by little, the dream away...

MARCOS LOURES

SATELLITE

SATELLITE

I do not want nor could he have been diverse

My world is lost in your world,

I never imagined that a mere afterthought,

Satellite then your universe.

And the more I try, more immersed,

Having no solution, seeing nothing,

Only this unless they finally discover,

A dream as happy as perverse.

I wish if I could. But I do not want,

Love me dominating, gentle and fierce,

Breaks and intoxicates me and numbs me,

Life is rough in tracing harvest

Diving into this abyss and I go crazy.

The only is clumsy prop.

MARCOS LOURES