shyly let me prowl under your intrigues to the secret of the night

shyly let me prowl under your intrigues to the secret of the night

to the rhythm of romantic verses, to the fire of silence

and the slow breaths

my beautiful let me find the way to your lips

following the course on the moist roses,

protective and firm

to the lustful leap of a dance,

to hot fingers, to poetic speech

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