Me Gustaria Tenerte Desnuda

I would like to have you naked now and be able to talk about your body
About the exact distance between your breasts
I would like to be able to tell them about your legs
That pair of scissors with which you have pruned my modesty
With which you embraced my innocence

Talk about your hands,
And the caresses they hold
About your eyes and the peace I swim in them
About your firm hips and your flat belly
About your sex, that eternal source of my sins

About your feet that mark my footsteps
About your nails and how they draw with the blood of my back
About your tongue as an agile opponent of my teeth
And all of you when you are naked
I would like to have you naked here now
So I don't have to tell them anything