My love has a gentle way that's only his.
That drives me crazy when he kisses my lips.
My whole skin shivers.
And he kisses me calmly and deeply
til' my soul feels kissed.
My love has a gentle way that's only his.
That steals my senses, violates my ears
with beautiful, indecent secrets.
Then plays with me, laughs at my navel
and bites me.
I'm his girl, see? And he's my lad.
My body is a witness of the good he does to me.
My love has a gentle way that's only his,
of1driving me insane, when he rubs at my neck
and almost bruises me with his scruff.
And of placing his thighs between my thighs
when he lays down.
My love has a gentle way that's only his,
of teasing me, of kissing my breasts,
kissing my belly2and leaving me on fire.
He enjoys my body like my body
is his home.
I'm his girl, see? And he's my lad.
My body is a witness of the good he does to me.
1. "[a way] of"2. the original word ("ventre") refers not only to the belly of a woman, but also to her crotch and womb