Behind the laughter, with whiteness,

your breasts maturate,

I feel the flame that connects us to future.

In our veins sleeping youth is awaken,

and with the kisses we move down,

quietly, over our shoulders.

Over our bodies, gently,

our hands are interweaving and coddling,

on the lunar glow they dance,

all shivery and dreamy.

Like shadows, embraced fingers fondle and watch us,

shivering for us, embraced lovers of the night.

With those touches of fire that burn unbearably,

our desire in passion extend over the thighs.

And deeper the night gets inside of us,

and everything else grows,

I feel the woman in you,

and you receive the husband in me.