Iguarias

In the silence of the night, where the senses awaken
I discover flavors that the soul cannot bear
Between slow sighs and such subtle touches
We are delicacies, feverish mysteries

Your body is an ancient map, drawn in forgotten verses
Each curve, a poem, in eaten daydreams
The taste of your embrace is wine that intoxicates without haste
At the table of desires, serve me your promise

Your gaze is a storm that lights up my sea
Waves of fire and cold that never stop calling me
In the ritual of the senses, where reason is lost
We are delicacies that time never forgets

And when the night folds in veils of mystery
I feel your skin in an ethereal touch
Words that don't say, but translate passion
In an infinite banquet of pure seduction
Leave the world outside, here we are inventions
The secret recipe for every temptation

Treats that are delivered in silence and haste
Flavors that mix in dance and promise
Every kiss is a feast, every touch a ritual
We are fire and water, salt and honey, the essential
The hunger that cannot be satisfied, the pleasure that is invented
At the table of desire, the soul feeds
Delicacies, you and I, made of dream and flesh
Our love is a banquet that never breaks

In the whisper of the wind, I hear your secrets
Perfume of mystery, trace of my veils
Our body is a temple where light is diluted
On the altar of the moment, where everything flows
Your fingers are brushes that paint my skin
Colors that explode in senses that I do not reveal
In the fire of words, I ignite my desire
We are delicacies, the sweetest opportunity

And when the night folds in veils of mystery
I feel your skin in an ethereal touch
Words that don't say, but translate passion
In an infinite banquet of pure seduction
Leave the world outside, here we are inventions
The secret recipe for every temptation

Treats that are delivered in silence and haste
Flavors that mix in dance and promise
Every kiss is a feast, every touch a ritual
We are fire and water, salt and honey, the essential
The hunger that cannot be satisfied, the pleasure that is invented
At the table of desire, the soul feeds
Delicacies, you and I, made of dream and flesh
Our love is a banquet that never breaks

Ah, let time slip through your fingers
Our fire does not go out, it lights secrets
Delicacies that we consume in silence and pleasure
We are desire, what remains is to live

In the silence of the night, where the senses awaken
I discover flavors that the soul cannot bear
We are delicacies, feverish mysteries
At the banquet of love, eternal and subtle