«Under your skin runs the thrill
by the crazy way he makes you feel.
It doesn’t matter when you burn
on desires that your soul yearn,
‘cuz he brought the magical wings
to make you fly beyond the seas,
among the limits of the room
where there’s no place, for the gloom.
The heat of his touch plays the strings
that make your moan of pleasure slips,
like rain from your lips,
at the rhythm of the hips.
Your mind is high rejecting any warn,
‘cuz to him, your soul belongs…
You embraced the point of no return,
and the contract with the Fallen was sealed
each time that his kiss, leave you revealed,
and makes you taste, the dark side
that you, deeply, carried inside.»

© Lᴀʀɴ Sᴏʟᴏ
Lima/Perú • 27/nov./2017