Boca De Angel

Mouth, red mouth
Mouth of my fantasy
When will it be, beautiful little mouth, that you collide with mine?

Mouth, big mouth, with a sinful smile
As if without saying my name, I have come to your call

Even in a whisper
Little mouth, I want to hear you
Tell me that the kisses I can give you are so yours

Lips of my paradise
Of my forbidden destiny
I am the thirst that was made to be quenched
In your nest

Even in a whisper

I am the thirst that was made