Las Medias Negras

The first thing I saw
Just as I crossed the door
That beautiful pair of legs
Covered in black stockings
From a bar stool
She threw tender glances
Promising with her eyes
Nights of eternal passion

She was a strange woman
Her clothes had faces
I approached and said
Hello, can I buy you a drink?
She told the bartender
A champagne, please
I told him a tequila for me
But make it the best

She wears black stockings
I remember that well
When I asked her to dance
She said: Of course, why not
Her body close to mine
My blood stirred
And after two songs
She kissed me on the mouth

There in a roadside motel
The black stockings flew
My desires also flew
And landed on her body
In a sublime communion
Our bodies came together
We wanted to love each other more
But we ran out of strength

I woke up around 9
I don't know when she left
I only found the black stockings
She left on the nightstand

I looked for her in that bar
But she didn't return
She left me the black stockings
But took my soul away