I want to make you float with a warm kiss through the shy rays of the moon

to the smiling phrases, the flavor of juicy words

to the wild rhythm of the drums, of the romantic tunes

I want to stir your butterflies

burning in the storm, spring, and colorful flowers

open, in the cool of the ocean

to the turn, caress, and debauchery

to the exquisite composition of dancing hearts

to the volcanic explosion of a flirtatious look

I want to make rhymes, and tongue twisters on your prose

following the invisible and hot thread

toasting wine, champagne, and sea

to the hard and sharp touch of an animal

bite, burning, mark, and frenzy

to the cold and warm

slow like a waltz

to nectar, fainting, and poison