My eyes lie surrendered
before your deep seduction,
a whisper of pleasures,
that the soft wind fertilises.
They thrill my body so much
that they unsettle my wandering soul;
under the spell of your essence,
my being becomes a distant one.
The carmine-coloured dress
caresses your divine skin,
like the sun in the morning,
that all its brightness destines.
Your walk is a living poem,
in each step, my heartbeat;
the echoes of your presence
sound in my united breast.
Seduce me once more
under the mantle of this sunset,
let the carmine of your beauty
be drawn in my embrace.