touching your body, I hear the melody of the sublime, of the enchanting that leads my hands to exceptional and splendid

your body that heats up like summer with romantic words

or it gets cold with the absent glances

when the barriers of melancholy and sadness reappear

running through your skin my fingers can feel

that nothing else matters when caressing the silhouette of your body

playing the warm strings under your spoiled girl heart

walking through your body i sink into a deep desire

to get to touch your soul

making the months become hours and the days seconds

while my hands continue to travel your body

passing autumn and wetting winter