That silvered moon,
that bed so wet,
that runaway horse,
on which we rode together,
that mouth rewarding me,
that feast of love,
I'm sad today,
I need to love you
and I don't give in, but you do.
I want to sin with you,
naked to your scent
until dying of love,
sinning with you.
I want to sin with you
and between your sea of hair
to soak myself like a fish swimming in you.
That button of your blue jeans
which I never discovered how to open,
those feet caressing me,
that prison of love,
I'm sad today,
I need to love you
and I don't give in, but you do,
I want to sin with you
without brakes or control
and to melt in you
within in a crucible.
I want to sin with you and when exploding afterwards
to fly until falling, surrendered in you.
I want to sin with you,
naked to your scent
to the point of dying in you,
I want to sin with you
and when eploding afterwards,
to fly until falling, surrendered onto you.
I want to sin with you
and to explosion afterwards.