Let me pull back these moments,
I'm tired of having an affair with my memories.
I need something that is so efficient,
that is too deep for my feelings,
to have reality for perfection.
My touches are like traveling patterns
That give waves a hand.
Let me explain the cries behind your ocean.
Your eyes are my diamonds
Your lips are my pearls
Your curves are my gold
And what's between your legs is eternal
If the intercourse has...