a wicked sweet is the color of your eyes that look at me with the desire for a pure love

I throw myself off the precipice of uncertainty, unpredictability and mystery

from what your soul hides

seeing your eyes my heart speaks to me of love

of a destiny that is drawn with the lines of passion

of your beautiful lips that seduce and fall in love

of the contour of your thighs, of the softness of your skin

of the sensuality of your loose hair that covers with fine threads

your delicate and angelic face

perverse distraction for my cravings

for my hands that are in an uproar to strip your intentions

for caressing you finely until hearing the songs

that captivate and catch.