Gomero En Eros

The color of your skin
Olive-toned
Rubber tree, you have me
Eroticized
Stealing time from time
To rest on my chest
And converse in dreams
And wake up asking

Sex
Without hurry and rightfully
This is our morning
So full of desire
Outside of time
Without pain or treachery
This is my fantasy
To my Rubber Tree

Sex
Without hurry and rightfully
This is our morning
So full of desire
Outside of time
Without pain or treachery
This is my fantasy
To my Rubber Tree