She speaks of lost loves and new desires,
 the loneliness that comes in the shade, and the hot kisses
 sliding down the bodies in a burning caress!
 She speaks of nights of love and obscene words
 in happy hours, when the bodies meet
 and leave nothing when they leave;
 it's hours, where delight, mouths, hand and caresses
 awaken memory and soft skin!
  
  
She knows that I love her, that I desire her hot kisses, her curved body
on the verge of perfection that my fingers want to travel without fear
of slipping through every inch of this divine painting with the signature of sin
written in my eyes, admired through the completely stripped curtain
wiping every desired point of her body with a movement of invitation to the gods of love
that lodges the fire of passion in my flesh wanting her like an erupting volcano, awakening, merging into one body---mine and hers, bathed in sweat.