Martín closed his cell phone but not before sending an asterisk to Natalia, because it was almost 10 o'clock at night and not to hurry her, but to let her know that he kepping waiting for her return, he also checked the window of the girl in red, realizing that he had not received his answer because the second popcorn was not activated, He left him charging, turning off the sounds and grabbing his laptop, went up to the bedroom to check his emails, Disappointed once again by not finding proposals for his job applications, and seeing that his laptop picked up several Wi Fi signals, but one of them was very intense, he looked for the modem inside the house, until he found it behind the kitchen door, and copying the key linked to his laptop, to get ready to watch Amazon prime series without having to worry about the duration of his megabytes.
Natalia was driving in a hurry on the road towards Isla Guadalupe, when she heard the bleep of her WhatsApp and looked at Martin's asterisk, she immediately dialed: Martín looked at the ringtone light and answered.
-Wait for me darling, I was late because of some problems, but I'm already flying.
-No heart, do not come flying, slow down and come calmly that I am not going anywhere.
-I saw that you sent me an asterisk for WhatsApp.
-Yes heart, But I did not do it to hurry you, that asterisk I sent you to tell you that I am aware of your arrival and thinking of you, not to hurry, moreover, if you go through some coffees with cinnamon it will be better, even if you take a little longer.
-Okay Martín , you're right because now I know I shouldn't run like crazy by your side if you're not going anywhere, put the coffee maker that I arrive in a few minutes, and I'll prepare the coffee with cinnamon much better than the one we bought in the store.
Natalia says already hanging up the call, driving more slowly and calmly, while Martín went down to the kitchen to put filters, coffee and water to the coffee maker, took a few coins from his pants to go buy some pieces of sweet bread and left, Natalia passed in front of the bakery that was 3 blocks away without noticing his presence, But he did notice and tried to get her attention in vain, and shrugging his shoulders he set out to run towards the house, catching up with it when it was closing the gate and startling her when he took her by the waist on the side that least expected it, to hug and kiss her softly telling her in that way everything that had missed her, and when he was about to take off her dress and make it his, right there in the hood of the car, in the trunk or in the back seat.
"You would have told me that you liked bread, to bring it from the Isle of Tris.
Natalia tells him taking the bag of bread to escape the massacre that awaited her.
-A bread without coffee is not bread and a coffee without bread is not coffee, also here it is very good, I already stole the password of your wi fi so that we can see something on my laptop after a while.
-We can see it here on the screen, I have Netflix. –says Natalia.
-Yes but you do not have Amazon prime and the movie I want us to see together is not on Netflix, also remember that my books are sold by Amazon, I can not betray the house watching Netflix streaming.
-As you want, my love, But you told me that by arriving you were going to do whatever you wanted with me.
-I was already doing it, but you despised me for a bag of bread, if I had known it I do not bring it, so now what I want to do with you is watch a movie on my laptop, but up there, in case I feel like doing something else with you suddenly, do not put pretexts anymore.
Martín says feigning an anger that he was very far from feeling, having a little fun watching the mature woman embarrassed, as if she were a watering little girl Scolded and feeling guilty, she told him:
"Forgive me my heaven, but remember that all this is new to me and my husband has never taken me in a garage, or in a car.
-And if you could take me in the garage and in the car last night we arrived right here, leave it like that and let's go upstairs to watch a movie on my laptop; Yes?
Martín says holding the hand who only let himself be carried away as a guilty repentant walking towards the gallows, ready to receive her punishment that began just entering the bedroom, because Martín resumed the interrupted kiss that he had left pending in the garage, and just putting his hands under her dress, stripped her of her clothes and skin to skin put her under the sheets, of course they did what they wanted with them, but without laptop, without Netflix and without Amazon prime, living their own sex movie, without shame, without tears and without commercials, repeating the love scenes over and over again although each one was more perfect than the previous one, each position was more accommodated than the previous one, uninhibiting the modesty of the two that little by little were complementing each other in the fusion of their kisses, of their embraces, until their cries were extinguished by the fusion of their concave and convex in the middle of a storm of kisses, falling together in the arms of Morpheus.
Choppy words
With our teeth
Clashing like swords
While my hands were shipwrecked.
In the middle of a kissing storm.
And a strong tidal wave
Navigating your wet skin.
Interlocking tornadoes
Provoking furious fuss
Breaking on the crest of your waves
Releasing a contained whisper
In the midst of a violent, love you
Emerging from the depth of your senses.
Squinted eyes
Blinded by the salt of our tides
Tangled hair
Electrified by the force of a storm.
Desperate screams
Of the souls of my sunken ships
When a submerged navigator
Furiously devastated you
From the depth of your wet skin.
Manifesting in our senses
1000 lightning bolts in the dark.
Deafened by the din of our heartbeat
While embraced we are shipwrecked
In the depth of a sea of tranquility.
Making love
In the middle of a kissing storm.
Why make love
Without the caresses thundering like slaps.
Turning kisses without destination
In hurricane gusts that rise and fall
Through the troubled waters
Of our raging seas.
It's not making love.
It's just sex and sometimes...
Not even that!
Why make love.
Without the reverberant explosion
Of a true feeling.
They are just simple.
Mating tasks.
The Mirror Without a Soul.
He prayed that ghost that escaped from his cemetery, that night of love so intense, that he wanted to immortalize it by writing in prose and improvised verses remembering every moment, while looking at the beautiful smile of her sleeping beauty in whose kisses and caresses he had been shipwrecked again and again, until found the mythical sea of tranquility that someone had already found on the Moon, but never in the body of a woman, who encouraged her to lose herself again and again in sin, and when he was about to close his laptop to swim back across those calm waters, Natalia opened her eyes and when reading a little what Martín was retouching, she asked incredulously, while reading the document.
- Navigator of your wet skin in the middle of a kissing storm? That seems like a sequel to me! Did you really write it today?
Natalia was already lying on her chest running with the slider of the laptop the Word document that had not yet been saved.
-Yes, of course, what happens is that tonight was so special that I had to immortalize it with a poem, and what better than the sequel to your favorite poem in the mirror without Soul.
- Can I name it?
She ask him, having already taken the laptop from him to put it on her white legs.
-Yes, of course, if it is yours and inspired by you, the least that corresponds to you is to put the name.
Navigating through your wet skin in the middle of a kissing storm.
-This will be the name of what will be from now on my new favorite poem of the mirror without Soul, inspired by me and written exclusively for me, and if I inspired you the second part; Who inspired you first?
Natalia asks immediately realizing her mistake, seeing a dark reflection of sadness in the look of Martín who only looked at her without answering her.
"Oh, oh love; I screwed up again with my stupid questions, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me!
She says filling him with tender kisses on the lips, cheeks, eyes and forehead.
-You are not to blame for my sorrows and you do not have to apologize, the muse of the first part was my late wife Soul, the Soul who lost the Mirror, and you should also know that, although you see me as a facile and gifted womanizer, I have had very few women in my life, 3 girlfriends before marrying Soul, the girl in the park and you.
- Do you forgive me?
Natalia asked while the current of her kisses carried her south of his waist, pretending to quench the thirst of her lips with the waters of that storm that she herself had caused.
Martín could not answer because the sounds of his voice were lost in the din of his heartbeat that rumbled like lightning in every throb of his senses.