La Yapa

A treasure for me is the taste of your kisses,
they fall under their own weight,
but they don't reach the end
and you prefer to show off by keeping me captive.

I am convinced that your eyes shine from seeing me
and I can't convince myself
because you told me yesterday
that there will be a first time tomorrow, hopefully.

I want to tell you without offending that you walk like a grape.
Your heart beats,
just by assuming,
that I will ask you again to give me the extra.

I don't understand why your heart escapes me,
and your little mouth kills me,
when you tell me no
and besides my heart, I ask for the extra.

I'm not pretentious, my love, but why do you hurt me.
Inside I carry a thorn
that bends my heart,
if the extra is the illusion of my whole life.

Sometimes I think that you play hard to get.
My plea has no way in,
you act like you don't hear,
that already in the final stretch the extra means nothing.

To be able to loosen up and understand that I'm not lying,
from my lips you may have to hear oaths,
otherwise I'll have to wait until marriage.

I don't understand why your heart escapes me,
and your little mouth kills me,
when you tell me no,
and besides my heart, I ask for the extra.