Verte desnuda

I have such a longing to see you naked!A longing that takes me to you,When you're naked in front of the mirror,After or before the shower.Naked, ahhh, with your round breasts,plentiful, soft, and firm at the same time.Oh, what anxiety, mother! Naked, ah, with your own nipples, that get hard when they're placed on them

My thoughts, my mouth, my breath. Those breasts: my sustenance.I have such a longing to see you! To see you naked. Such is the longing...What takes me to you by its hand at night,
Lying on my bed. Before you naked, beautiful,
Smooth, tender. Before the delicate forms of your beautiful naked body.So intense is the anxiety and desire that overwhelm me, I don't want them to end. So intense is the desire...To see you naked with your pubic hair, with your armpit hair maybe (I don't care, as long as you're beautiful to my eyes).I don't want words, queen. My desire for you says it all.

And I really see you, dressed on the street.And then I dream of you. You naked in front of your mirror. In front of my mirror.Before my soul. And then, as if I imagined it, I possess you, girl.I hug you, I kiss you, I take you.I have such a longing to see you!To see you naked. And never see you.Only in dreams. Although it's the same as if I saw you...If I really saw you, maybe I wouldn't dream of you again.