Hasta El Fondo de El Zaguan

Today I remembered how I used to talk to your belly button like it was a big deal
That for me it was off-limits to ring the doorbell
And today I found a neon light in your bra
In the middle of the boulevard where the bra
I tripped over a clasp
Unbuttoned

Where I found the key
To your tequila kisses, to your tar-like mouth
To the lips that bit
To your desires that sucked
My desire to penetrate you
To the middle of your soul and
To the bottom of the hallway

With the scent of tangerine

And behind your calves
Fresh pulp of plum
The songs ran out
The moans began
With your nails and your teeth
You signed all over my back
With your skirt lifted and
With the scent of tangerine

And testing these intentions
So bad but so good
Like hot milk
Like the middle
Of your legs

And that night we took a chance
With green traffic lights
The locks of
Tights and panties broke
And love opened its legs
And rested them on my shoulders
All the doors opened
We explored the contours!

Of the skins and in the end
Of penetrating you without calm
To the bottom of the hallway
My soul got stuck
And to the bottom of the hallway
I left your soul all flooded
And to the bottom of the hallway
My soul got stuck!!