Your Lips

Your hips, your lips - fit within the grip
Of my fingertips; my skin itches for your touch
As soft as snow, you'll never know
How warm your hands feel

You're a distant dream
Whose voice is so serene
Calming, call me
Enamoured, inevitably

I lay as yellow as canaries
As timid as hummingbirds
I flourish like toucans
And yes, you can
Hear the mellifluous melodies
My stars compose symphonies
Each follicle standing up
Is merely an ovation, an encore
Because it's you whom I adore
It's you from whom I want more
An inversion
But the conversion between my thoughts and conversation
Do not equate

Your hips, your lips - fit within the grip
Of my fingertips; my skin itches for your touch
As soft as snow, you'll never know
How warm your hands feel

You're a distant dream
Whose voice is so serene
Calming, call me
Enamoured, inevitably

The English language fails to reach the extents
In which my mind can fathom
Lexicons and marathons
My mind will run

My mind will run
Backflips and sidekicks
A mental gymnastics
To translate this to speech:

Tus labios, cómo los conosco
El sabor, ¿cómo puedo olvidarlo? Y
Todo sigue igual
Todavía eres mi vida

Aunque tanto tiempo ya pasò
He estado pensando que quiero tus abrazos
Tus sonrisas, el sol, todo tu dolor, mi amor
Cómo te quiero

Your hips, your lips - fit within the grip
Of my fingertips; my skin itches for your touch
As soft as snow, you'll never know
How warm your hands feel