I arise from the shallow dreams,
awaken in the present tense, as
a hungry lion, or a loved pig

and the sweet aroma of coffe
becomes a wake up call, to the
lions morning feast,

and i move from the shelter
to the metro ride, mi eyes close
in the metro seat, and the air
is clean cause i feel you near

slowly i past from alone to
feel you close, and the gentle scent
of your body comes to me, as
a memorie of sweet dreams ,

as if your scented skin became
a happy place, in  mi day to day,
and the flahes of your body in mi head,
as i close my eyes in a private way

and this private song, of the beating skin
is the sweetest private tale, and my
blessed fingers feel you beating under
my skin, loving you threw my finger tips.

and the memories of  connection are sweet,
as one threw the flesh in adored dreams, where
i love your body, as you receive me,
under your skin i rest in peace, as you love me

and the need of you is already here, cause i feel
a thirst of your skin as the dreams fade, and
mi body feel you still, missing the embrace
of you next to me.