our first sip, that heart fluttered at seeing you, the blush of pleasure

that first impression that, in essence, the pulp, the touch

the secrets in the thoughts, the longing, the lust

  instant fragrance princess, with pleasure

I would stop again when I see your soft and sensual eyes

to the shyness that provokes me, to the ecstasy in which it invites me

and then with pleasure

the tender kiss, the endless beginning

the freshness of feelings

the dancing mouths in sway

fighting, playing, and getting to know each other

a sublime pact, among the echo of the butterflies

and the fire that burns in the dawn

in the warm and sensitive

between the contact of the sighs on the bark

to the whirlwind, the hot poem

and the unexplored flavor of the platonic

citrus and dessert