La Cita

You approach very quietly
I look at you so deeply
Biting my desires
Trembling inside

My hands roam
A flowery orchard
Of soft hills
With trembling kisses

A thousand harps singing
In soft arpeggios
Your skin and mine
Dying with desires

Scent of jasmine
Is all over your body

My hands roam
A flowery orchard
Of soft hills
With trembling kisses

You have already left
Silence is heard
The harps have stopped
How lonely I feel