Penumbras

The night got lost in your hair
The moon clung to your skin
And the sea felt jealous
And wanted to be in your eyes
As well

Your mouth, sensual, dangerous
Your hands, the sweetness they are
Your breath, fatal slow fire
That burns my desires
And my heart

Tenderness that you hurry without haste
Caresses that love offers
Whims very slowly spoken
Among the shadows
Of a soft interior

I love you and nothing else matters
Life has dictated it this way
If you want, I'll give you the world
But don't ask me not to love you like this
Not to love you like this
Not to love you like this