La Risa de Tu Cara

I want to be that soap
That you slide down your belly
I want to be the warm water
That wets you slowly
To be the tender and sweet note
Of your favorite song
The mirror in your bathroom
Where you look at yourself daily

I want to be the comforter
That protects you from the cold
The buttons of your blouse
The fabric of your dress
To be close to you
And follow you wherever you go
I want to be your police
To watch your back

I want to be the thought
That comes to you in the mornings
The coffee you drink
To go down your throat
To be the most forbidden dream
You've ever had
To be the laughter of your face
And your hairbrush
And like no one else
I had never loved anyone like you

I want to be that taste
Of the fruit you eat
The dark circles under your eyes
Or the perfume you wear
To be the tears and your joy
That daily accompanies you
To be your favorite dessert
And without you, I am nothing

I want to be the thought
That comes to you in the mornings
The coffee you drink
To go down your throat
To be the most forbidden dream
You've ever had
To be the laughter of your face
And your hairbrush
And like no one else
I had never loved anyone like you