I want to light the spark with hot kisses on your back

finding that point, the flight to passion

the detour into intimacy

to later go through your entire body with my indecent caresses

like the perverse romantic and obscene sunset

without warning, making you overflow the cravings and appetite

woman with a sensual body, I want to look into your eyes

before drinking the fresh pulp of your lips

before seducing you melting like white cream on strawberries

with the bolt on the door

with the lights dimmed and the refreshment of the warm sheets

woman with sweet and wicked lips

you are the lustful fruit that I want to eat

like the milkman craving the best

with restless hands to the white dessert and delicacy

sucking, squeezing, to go up and down

with the debauchery of a forbidden lover

with tranquility and chivalry

of a good love