I will collect the honey from your body, with the rose of my lips, I will impregnate the aroma of your skin in the memory of my senses, I will travel the curve marked in your perfect silhouette, and I will drink the ecstasy of your seduction, getting drunk with your sensuality, and at the dawn I will make myself the brightness that the sun reflects on your body, so that at each dawn the memory of your presence accelerates the beating of my heart, a heart that is willing to open without fear, to protect and shelter yours.
