Trapped in your gaze, inflamed and in flames,
Passion catches you, and the fire enchants you.
Slow hands moving all over your back,
Silence in the darkness of our altar.
Who hears us scream without a voice,
Of our secret, to the whisper of your lament?
Where must we end the fervor,
Of the slowness with which time passes?
Your heartbeats are intense,
My kisses are your seals.
The mark I left on your body,
Are synonyms of the love I have for you.
For better or for worse, this is ours.
Will our memories turn to ashes?
The passion we unleashed in that dark room,
You must never erase it, who can equal
My hands, my lips, my desires, my steps,
To the desire you showed daily
In our sanctuary filled with tears.
My way of loving is not correct,
My way of wanting is to insert (or to imprint)
The way I see you is sincere,
What I want is to have you daily,
And for you not to disappear from my mind.
To you, I was not important,
I know you used me, you threw me away, you remembered me,
But you were more than a slip to me,
The one I always think of before sleeping.
Your heartbeats are intense,
My kisses are your seals.
The mark I left on your body,
Are synonyms of the love I have for you.
For better or for worse, this is ours.
Will our memories turn to ashes?
The passion we unleashed in that dark room,
You must never erase it, who can equal
My hands, my lips, my desires, my steps,
To the desire you showed daily
In our sanctuary filled with tears.
I can feel you deep inside of me,
You left a mark that is hard to replace.
Everything I tasted of you, I have not felt again,
Even if I want to, it is already too late for me...
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