Luz Negra

The M
I saw you dancing
Scraping the cement of the square in my neighborhood
Your turns captivated the gaze of quite a few
Maybe I was just another one, but I wished you were mine

While I was writing that
I want to kiss you in bed, naked or clothed
And sing you poems, those poems I write just for you
And to make love only with you

Her piercing gaze resembles Medusa's
Brunette's movement and American face
I didn't even see your blouse because of your beautiful face
And I know that's no excuse

But with you I felt something I'd never felt before
At night my dreams are only about you
You left a lovely tickle in my tummy
And in my mind, a topic I haven't finished yet

I would only be unfaithful to you with the Moon
But it doesn't even have your style
It doesn't have your style (The M)
I saw you dancing

Scraping the cement of the square in my neighborhood
Your turns captivated the gaze of a few
Maybe I was just another one, but I wished you were mine
While I was writing that

I want to kiss you in bed, naked or clothed
And sing you poems, those poems I write just for you
And to make love only with you

Her piercing gaze resembles Medusa's
Brunette's movement and American face
I didn't even see your blouse because of your beautiful face
And I know that's no excuse