Mojándolo Todo

Lying down, with thighs like open wings
Ready for flight, you incite me, invite me to travel
Through milky paths and black holes
Slightly unveiled by your hand
Playing through modesty and sweats
Drying between flesh petals
The stigma of your most naked flower
Soaking it all, soaking it all
Flying through universes of liquor

Moist flames
The lips that with your fingers
Delicately reveal, dilate for me
Showing me obscenely, the cave of miracles
Where the liquid ray of life flows
Incandescent source, milky lava
Splashes of deep water that floods
Soaking it all, soaking it all
Flying through universes of liquor

Soaking it all

My mouth, kissing your fiery lips
Is ready to drink from your chalice of pollen and liquor
And between juices and buzzing of waves and wings
Lustfully sip the nectar of the flower, of your tides
Licking the salty honey that flows and burns my tongue
Which vibrates lasciviously, between sap and saliva
Soaking it all, soaking it all
Flying through universes of liquor

My wax wings beating, fighting your fire
In waves of burning foams and feathers
And Icarus flying so high, so high
That about to enter the garden of Eden
Melted his flight by your spilled Sun
Falls like the exterminated angel into the sea of shipwrecks
Soaking it all, soaking it all
Flying through universes of liquor

Soaking it all, soaking it all
Flying through universes of liquor

Soaking it all