Good evening, charming knight, your night has brought you to me.
I know you're hungry, my Latin-American body is your hot new food. ¡Look at me!... ¡A table! But before you eat, let me wash your hands of heroic battles. Joyful, affectionate and kind, I'll learn the paths of your geography, and you mine. Be sure you can explore all my mountains and valleys at a moment's notice, you are the Conquerors of my land.
The guitar of my body will inspire hymns to be sung by eternity. By discovering the mystery of the magical numerology of Ying Yang, you can drink the pure water of my river, be born in my platonic cave, or speak philosophy with your foul tongue. Touch like a blind man, without permission, the dirty path of my dark eyes. ¡Here, my macho! ¡This is no time to see the storm you're about to unleash!.... I haven't yet sung your demigod romance with my warned siren mouth, on your sailboat mast, right where your first seed flows and slides gently down my throat. Don't worry if an adventurous finger penetrates your own darkness to guarantee a new journey of power that compels me to the silence of my words.
¡Patience, my superman¡ your giant wants to suffocate me, I want you again, on me, beside me, under me, in me... anywhere. My experience is yours, you're my boyfriend