Delicadeza

The silly things that love
Seem to tell me
Speak in delicacy
The elixir of pleasure, in passion
Are your eyes
Looking into mine
Your hands
Enveloping mine
This is the game of love
And seduction
That leaves in the mouth the taste
That the kiss didn't taste
Sweat shines on the skin that the body
Didn't touch for knowing
That this contained desire in the air
Increases the illusion of wanting
It's the make-believe of love, circling around you

I want you like this
Like the morning light
Arriving gently
So as not to wake you up
And when you see it, it's a sun
That will not go out
If the game of love
Is hanging by a thread
You left me too involved
If pain took away
Love brings me and I am happy

Surrounded by this magic
Called desire
Our own trap
Your scent in the air
Incense of love
Perfume of the rarest flower
That bewitches the place