For one more time

For one more time

wear hands

they will return you from memory

in my shelter, hungry,

among the sleeping voices.

Your touch will

find the chaos of the rush

The voice

you cannot know where his words will be,

or slaves of the nights

us or between my trapped eyes.

I surrender to you

stripped of fears,

so that the imperfect

boost your sex

to moisten and beat

the thirst of my soul.

So, take it easy

without great rigor will

stop to you

I love almost without realizing it.

I will stop feeling like

inanimate being, in your arms,

i will stop shaking

to your new caresses.

And so... Little by little

as long as the

night, even though I'm next door

you, I will begin to be dead.