The wine is better in your mouth
I love you more gentle on your voice
the night in your body is shorter
I am sick of love.
I woul walk your hair
I would doing the night on your skin
think that was a dream
then discover you again.
and love you as I would
as a man a woman
have you as my thing
and can not believing
as mine, mine, mine, mine
you are part of my skin
I was lucky to meet you
love is a pleasure
woman.
I would drink from your chest
honey sunrise
my fingers looking for trails
reaching the end of your being
dancing the waltz in the waves
melee you and me
melt with you in the shade
and make to you a love poem
And as I would love
as a man a woman
have you as my thing
and can not believing
as mine, mine, mine, mine
you are part of my skin
I was lucky to meet you
love is a pleasure
woman.