You know well what I want from you,
in silence desires grow,
there's no need for me to say it like this,
for my eyes are beacons in your walks.
Your gaze, sweet shelter in the distance,
envelops me in whispers, silent secrets,
your every gesture is a dance,
a rhythm that invites longing hearts.
My lips are afraid to bare themselves in words,
but the echo of your laughter is the melody,
my thoughts weave soft wefts,
while time becomes poetry.
My skin bristles with a single touch,
an electric flash at the touch of your hand,
in this instant, the world becomes colossal,
and the air thickens, warm and urban.
You know very well what I want from you,
and although I don't express it, my heart feels it.
You are the desire that I do not want to omit,
the flame that burns, incessant and latent.