your eyes were the first thing I saw playing with me

as if you want me to find you behind what you were hiding

my soul warned me and I stood firm

but it was when I saw how the soft fabric of your little skirt

wanted to seduce me like your sweet girl look did

I remember how your eyes flirted at the same time

that your soft hair drew lines in the air

as if drawing the way to follow your body

I did not know where to hold my gaze

if in your eyes, provoking me

if on your lips, ready to kiss me

if in your small, round, and tight breasts

or in the shape of your legs at that limit

where your skirt rode up