Discharges on my,
sensual harmonies,
you draw in my skin,
all your fantasies.
I am a hostage of your heat,
slave of your lips,
I want to get lost next to the sun,
and to become your arms.
Surrealism is in your love,
you invade my cuepo without control,
surrealism is in your love,
riddles in your heart.
You miss the definition,
exact to your person,
you sentence my eyes,
you dazzle me at all times.
Your I peel he/she invites to investigate,
that body so attractive,
you begin your special rite,
you cling to me so strong.
Surrealism is in....