too dirty, is this talk,
too vulgar.

I wouldn't know where to start telling,
the things I would do to you,
but they include bondage

I wouldn't know where to start kissing you,
but it would be enough for me to have you in these stubborn arms,
As some poet said,
since it is nothing of your body.

If mine's desire, for your touch, for your heartbeats,
for your enjoyment.

because my body ends up in my skin,
but my soul ends every night
after your shadow

And in what you remember to get your pleasure