shyly let me prowl under your intrigues to the secret of the night

to the rhythm of romantic verses, to the fire of silence

and the slow breaths

my beautiful let me find the way to your lips

following the course on the moist roses,

protective and firm

to the lustful leap of a dance,

to hot fingers, to poetic speech

to the blush of an innocent touch

to the subtle touch of skin and the hum of rhymes

shyly let me feel the poem of your charm

spreading the periods with intertwined commas

let me go, sneak into your fierceness

tenderly, strongly, in the heat of the beats

overflowing with pleasure

to the answer to your wishes

to the restless and adventurous

shyly let me fight with your resistance

with vigor and delicacy holding me in your sunset

to dusk mixed up, and glued

to your charismas...

 to the delight of your lips.