your eyes are the song I play on the record player in my mind

I’m not so sure if they are from the sea or from the blue sky

they are the ones that make me remember the scent of your body

the smell of the red rose in the point that the dew opens the petals

to jasmine when the breeze turns to soft fingers

caressing from the edge to the delicate center

your eyes look at me with curiosity and knowing your secrets I’m on

your eyes fresh as dawn

they make me sniff you walking slowly through the lily of the valley

raising the heat of our bodies

with hot kisses

adding the salt for the sweetness of your fruit

eating you spreading oil on your skin

to later see you in your spicy and satisfied eyes.