Poema que hice hace mucho

This poem I wrote to a woman of whom I was deeply in love for a long time...

To you, woman, when you walk, time stands still
it seems as if the seconds advance to the rhythm of your hips
when I had you in my bed, it was all like a flash
but now that you're gone, time no longer moves

Like an alpinist scaling your mountains full of passion
I'll recor every centimeter from your feet to your hair
riding across the plain of your belly filled with temptation
seeking for your sex the precious object that every explorer needs

The bed became a temple of overflowing luxury and passion
like a stranger, I'd savor the color of your delicious skin like chocolate
I need to hear the sound of your moans when I'm eating your flavor
but all I hear is silence, just as when you said goodbye to me

Just when I lose hope of satiating myself with your flesh
you call me to tell secrets in my ear, my mischiefs
you say you miss the time when you were a woman again, you want more marks
tattoos of my madness all over your being, you're a flower ready...

Today is the day, woman, for which I've waited so long
eternities have passed since the afternoon when with my sex I made you feel
made of less your belt when I lifted up your skirt
today I'll try again to taste your juices, my hands will hold your beautiful body