En nog voel ik je.
Nog ruik ik de geur
van jouw huid
dat aanvoelt
als dat van een kind.
Onschuldig, ongeduldig,
alsof het erop wacht
aangeraakt
en door een warme hand
geaaid te worden.
En dat was jij niet
dat was echt alleen
jouw huid.
Kippenvel.
English translation:
And still I feel you.
I can still smell
the fragrance of your skin
which feels like the skin
of a child.
Innocent, impatient,
like it is waiting
to be touched
and caressed by a warm hand.
And that wasn't you,
that was really only
your skin.
Goosebumps.
(First & third image: weheartit, second image: Hedi Slimane Diary)
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13 comments:
This post is so sensual, I love it. I don't know why but I thought I'd never see something like this here...forgive me.
Such a lovely post Mila! Love the poem <3 and the pictures were a perfect match;-)
And wanted to let you know, i did the tag today<3 had so much filling it out, thank you!
Men can be so beautiful too. This is quite refreshing.
ik wist niet dat hier je Nederlands was! Ik volg je blog echt al een halfjaar trouw en ik vind het heel leuk dat je als Nederlandse zo'n mooie, populaire blog maakt :] keep up the good work!
I'm sort of crazily in love with that first photograph. This was a beautiful post, dear. Thank you for posting it! Hope you're well!
xo
Jess.
Mooi...
Thank you so much for the kind response, we all love a mid morning ego boost.
beautiful, touching and sensual post!
mooie post! heb jij het gedicht geschreven? erg mooi namelijk...<3
oh Mila, hier kreeg ik even écht kippenvel van... de woorden, de foto's, tpast zo mooi samen.
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