dedicado a quien lo sienta

chain of acts born a queen of compatible community...

You walked towards me in late solitude, dressed as dark lady.

In the networks of your stockings, you caught me with sea of passions.

We traveled between ordinary rooms, before arriving at the temple of carnal passions.

I had your tender body in my hands, then we burned like the same hell.

We lost hold of your red hair, you demanded dominions with gentle eyes,
You freed yourself from being tied, in a square of passion, and your voice became a song.
Eternal time froze our passion, minus two hours of devotion.
We parted ways amidst tremors and troubles, sensations of mature loves.
Not much more than flesh unites us, queen and lady after I surrendered to you.
We are the noise of rough passions, you are the muse of our best songs.
Today my voice is not silenced by your kiss, nor do you imagine me on the scale of my weight.
Knight of the court awaits my hour, no tears yet it still cries.
To the queen I name knight...