desire breaks my clothes that pierce the smooth line to your warm and fresh skin

I sharpen my sword to the fire that burns in my soul

I slowly sink into the depths of your feelings

like a petal I caress the sensual contour of your hips

I feel the iron harden to silence and cold from a fatal blow

to give to the point where heaven and earth meet

in which the nerves make us scream with pleasure and lust

I slowly bury the sword to wound your heart

making an icy cut that erupts like a volcano

allowing warm lava to wet our dreams

I soaked us with the sweet and salty color of a hug on the seashore

of a kiss in the middle of the night

or a warm caress at dawn.