Are you made of silk?

Because my gaze slips down

In the heat of desire

Why in your curves I drown

When you smile, life oozes out

When you talk, rose-petals sprout

When you giggle, music blooms

My thoughts border your perfumes

They say life is short

It means I should settle down

If your presence is life insurance

Why shouldn’t in your curves I drown

Oh my woman, come to me

The spring of my desire is young

Before the global warming takes us over

Let’s start the songs never sung