My brain’s too frazzled to write anything today so I’m just going to leave you with a little bit of Pablo Neruda writing sexy words

My words rained over you, stroking you.

A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.

I go so far as to think that you own the universe.

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,

dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want

to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.



Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote.

Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado.

Hasta te creo dueño del universo.

Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues,

avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos.

Quiero hacer contigo

lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.

Every Day You Play…/Juegas todos los días… (1924)