Vertigo

Based on the kiss, excess to excess
From touch to prayer, Fool unharmed
We are the hope of progress
I so much of soul and dreams, you so much of flesh and bone

My insides burned like Pompeii
Your mesh made a mark in this epic
I don't promise you the stars or the full Moon
Just dark circles and sore muscles after sleepless nights

When I pronounce your name, I spell out my life
Fine lingerie, rhyming moans
Queen in my departure
My mattress knows well your knees

Those strides amaze me
Your heels never learned to tiptoe
If you kill me slowly, your saliva is morphine
If you kill me quickly, your tongue is a guillotine

I am happy with little
I mess up your hair and organize the photo album
You saw that not even Richter measured the earthquake
The epicenter of the seismic is where I touch you

I no longer differentiate the nuances
I bet everything on the red left by your scars
Before being another saint, among the cloak of those misses
I opt for your charm and touch on gray days

You are adventure and destiny
Score and parchment
Sculpture, armor, and path
The hand that saves me when all is lost

You hitchhiked on my self-esteem
And your face is that force that pushes me to the stage
Artemis' muse, undressed, one-way ticket
Sweat and laughter after reaching climax

Every part of my skin is your hostage
Only your bra holds me up
I am and will be, another victim of your fangs
A tightrope walker on your ankles

Any gesture is rewarding, your thong on the carpet
Your laughter in the pantry
Close to eternal reward
The route to the golden, passing through your legs

Your fingers are brushes on the canvas of my arm
I trace your name on mirrors, your reflection is a Picasso
The world is asleep, leaning on my lap
Your pupils are the clues that will close the case

Victim of the fracture
I was imprisoned, felt altitude sickness
But your figure was the one who freed the skeptic
Holding onto your waist, I stopped feeling the vertigo

Blon - Vertigo