Alan Cuadrado
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So only your hand kneels
Firmly, there on your leg
Lie and tell me that you do not feel me
Deceive yourself, I believe in you.
I believe in your fever and breaking me
I read jovial sincerity in your mind
Trembling volition, not daring
Proud flesh, your living nature
Just one answer that I produce
Tell me if you have provoked by looking
That you speak with your eyelashes
If those fingers a melody
they are to create, that your cute foot
Does not know where to go without walking
That cravings to bite your lips
And to close your eyes in simple vanity
then i´ll give you a magic
i´ll kiss you with my eyes so deeply
An intense provocation with words.
The nakedness will permit your smile
I promise you warmth in your cold thighs
That your neck will order imperiously
smell massage around her
a fine collection of prizes
right guesses and compliments about your beauty
A desire that will prevent your straighten
without touch only the delicate chafe of your hair
wild over your shoulders on whispers
I condemn you to never say
That they have never touched you with poetry
if you lie, it will be a total pity
(la traducción ya se encuentra en español en el foro de poesía de amor cuyo nombre original es "Una lastima total")
Firmly, there on your leg
Lie and tell me that you do not feel me
Deceive yourself, I believe in you.
I believe in your fever and breaking me
I read jovial sincerity in your mind
Trembling volition, not daring
Proud flesh, your living nature
Just one answer that I produce
Tell me if you have provoked by looking
That you speak with your eyelashes
If those fingers a melody
they are to create, that your cute foot
Does not know where to go without walking
That cravings to bite your lips
And to close your eyes in simple vanity
then i´ll give you a magic
i´ll kiss you with my eyes so deeply
An intense provocation with words.
The nakedness will permit your smile
I promise you warmth in your cold thighs
That your neck will order imperiously
smell massage around her
a fine collection of prizes
right guesses and compliments about your beauty
A desire that will prevent your straighten
without touch only the delicate chafe of your hair
wild over your shoulders on whispers
I condemn you to never say
That they have never touched you with poetry
if you lie, it will be a total pity
(la traducción ya se encuentra en español en el foro de poesía de amor cuyo nombre original es "Una lastima total")
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