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He moistened my being with his burning caresses,
like summer rain, on my different days.
His fingers, soft breezes, caress me without haste,
each touch is a fire that enlivens the smile.
With his kisses of fire, he lit the bonfire,
of an inferno so sweet that the soul is altered.
He slid, little by little, down my burning body
a whisper of stars, a deep cry.
Under the cloak of night, we danced in silence,
whispering secrets to each other, sowing consent.
Time stands still, the world disappears,
there is only her laughter, an echo that blooms.
She wraps me in her embrace, in an infinite bond,
each beat is a verse, a blessed romance.
He moistened my being, and in the fire of desire,
with his love he transforms me, turning me into fire.