come, oh night!
come now, sweet night,
in the eye-catching dance.
my hands are already burning,
coloured with desire, caressing
slowly and gently in his smile.
there are aromas of the heart in love
that we devour under the shooting stars,
on the carpet of red rose petals.
our dreams are in bloom
on the chalkboard of our history.
enchantment of light in the dark, I blinded
eyes that weep joy,
immersed in the sound waves of the heart.
you are a magnificent mirage that reflects
my soul lost to you forever.
oh night of sweat
that the pace slows down,
shameless is my favorite instinct,
my embrace is a golden lock
and my beloved is the deep breath
that bursts with acute whispers.
the time that passes without ever turning
you will never know how to separate
if our feeling is that
of those who love themselves more than themselves.

laura Lapietra ©