Motoneta

Today after so long
the sorrows of love return to my dinners.
But I remember that afternoon
what she promised me at that door.
Looking at it so much, one day
my imagination surpassed me so much.
I want to give it so many times
to put it on its back and give it a bump.
Oh, how I think about my love
I want to eat that forbidden fruit myself
In front of God, I declare my love
to that divine ass that he donated to you.
I pray to him every night
and always imagine some situation.
I want to do the scooter to him
and that his scream be a prayer to God.
Looking at the sky so much
I never realized that my pants
were taking the shape
of that turtle in its shell.
Oh, how I think about my love
I want to eat that forbidden fruit myself
In front of God, I declare my love
to that divine ass that he donated to you.