Moldura

That frame of yours suits you well
Adorned with roses, she took me hostage
Carved your memories into the pillow
So I don't forget you
I exhale your scent, I can't live

Without exaggeration when hearing your voice
You awaken something so fierce in me
That devours the scattered words
About your naked body
The night is pale
You make me touch the sky
Blue poetry

Internal artwork
Pure soul, no wars
He undressed me effortlessly
Touch, moan, sex, fire
I beg for a little more
Satisfy again
Set this body on fire
With a kiss
Undo the armor framed in those black eyes

I remember it as if it were today
Black skin Wednesday
Clumsy, I didn't bring you flowers
I brought you truths and poems
That I wrote the night I met you
I didn't even sleep, I swear, I didn't even sleep
Your simple way made me shut up
Amidst so much talk in my heart
Rain in the early morning
I mixed coffee, pen and the sound of thunder
I made you a song and went to sing

Oh Moon, bring her to me
All naked, she was sleeping
I am painting, I need you
You are a frame

Oh Moon, bring her to me
All naked, she was sleeping
I am painting, I need you
You are a frame, we are a fitting