when the sun touches your legs and opens them for my hot kisses

look at me with those tender eyes color of the sea

satiate me with the light color of your gaze

and my kisses will be hotter than a volcano

remember that if my hands don't do it

when you feel the cold breeze and the gray of the silent night

the night birds will be the witnesses of your ice

look at me that I will consume myself in the beauty of your eyes

I will navigate them bravely taking them to the brightness of love

let me see the dark and deep of your soul

that my hot kisses carry night vision

to unravel the hopes

that you look at me with those eyes of passion

with the beautiful color of vehemence

while with the fire of my tongue

refresh the limits of your roundabout.