In the darkness of the night,your skin is my universe,a map of sensationswhere every sigh is a verse.Your lips, secret red,They draw fire on my skin,and in every furtive touch,We are two in a laurel.The moon looks at us, jealous,in the ecstasy of desire,and in the dance of our bodies,we get lost without detour.A moan breaks the silence,passion ignites,and in the delivery of your body,I find my redemption.
