so close the perfume of your irony was appetite and fire

tasting you I looked at you drifting and you, furiously beautiful

to the flirtatious laughter to the curve of temptation

to the eroticism of the casual

and then your bright and flirty liquid lips

the cool of a bath in the serene and delightful afternoon

it was the secret touch of the mouths that touched each other

with the seductive aroma in the eyes

with the perversion of innocence

guilty I pointed out to you to the chord of your vain steps

tickle and squeeze

to the dancing step that you took with elegance and satisfaction

out of the corner of my eye that a punch intended

to the escape that wanted persecution

to the prey that wanted to be devoured

to the smell of a provocative and perverse aroma

so close, lover, dinner

and  lust, spicy beautiful