In your red and fresh mouth
kiss, and my thirst is not quenched,
each kiss that would
drink whole your soul.
I have fallen in love with you
and it's so bad disease,
that neither death, cure,
Well they know that love!
I get mad when I hear
the sound of your talk,
and the touch of your hand
It gives me life and it kills me.
I would like to be the air
the whole entire hugs,
I would like to be blood
that runs through your insides.
Are the lines of your body
the model of my desire,
the way of my kisses
and the magnet of my looks.
Sorry to gird your waist
a question that kills me
I wanted a hug
your body and your soul.
I'm sick of you,
there is no hope of cure,
thirst in this crazy love
you're my thirst and my water.
Damn the hour
when I saw your face,
I saw your black eyes
and I kissed your lips scarlet.
Damn thirst
and damn the water,
damn poison
poisoning and does not kill.
In your red and fresh mouth
kiss, and my thirst is not quenched,
each kiss that would
drink whole your soul.
Author of the poem: Manuel Machado