Being In Bed With Your Girlfriend Is Better Than Being In A Snow Storm Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

But when the sun shines the snow flakes turn to water,

and my heart melts when she touches her body with mine and we become 1 and 2 makes 3, i need to feel her affection,

when you want me i feel released from prison, i feel absolved, requited whole, i feel part of you,

but but i am apart of this bouquet of and the future is it rosy with you, are your emotions clear, have you found the road to perfect extatic peace

my mission in life is finding god


in the waves of the sea, the mediteranean includes heat and the sun

or i will look at anything that is eternal, nonperishable,

like your words

i suppose some words were utter rebuke

good and evil

but the spring water is clear

awakening to the sacred venus her eyes led me

am i awakened, for i was a stranger in the night, now i am familiar around you.

when i feel your flesh i feel terifically enjoy going down the path of loves extacy

the mystery of the flesh is revealed

do you agree to feel these nice earthly paradises

i move in passion rest in the green field

to the climax of the tourist trip to the planets the starrs

and you heal this shadowy body with your love

your beauty iluminates my dark spirit

every crack


i have all of you every shadow as we walk through the glittery city


but in the forest the music of the violins charms me shows me her the goddess the inmortal astarte

happy to have heard the charming song yoy see

im loyal to these words you propound in you

it decimates the frosty exterior, from standing in the artic

and where better could i be but nestled in your cherished embrace

yes no yes no yes no, who is directing the show

reveal thysef

thy preference

the weeds or flowers

you arrange

what can i say the thorny bush has flowers

that i was scatched by some of the thorns

in search of flowers

what do i deny i confess i have lived

in your inner self

what would you matterialize

plastic heaven is the true advantage in this game

the savage game of love
his will personified

in great ornated detail

his treasure of jewwels is endless


and what does passion say

the broom is necesary to reject the unprofitable

the non desirable

his manifestations are seen