Gothic Cathedral

Your touch is a perfume all over my skin
Smooth as honey, soft as cotton flowers
Your voice is a waterfall full of diamonds
Light and relaxing and quite elegant

Your kisses are endless roads of margaritas
I can touch them with my hands and feel the sweetness
Your body is a totally relevant gothic cathedral
Millions of halls and open windows, spiritual place

I’m not here to talk about all your perfections
But to talk about the way you affect me
You go deep and deep and deep and deep inside of me
Tell me how would I do when I ever want to put you out?

Your name is an indelible fish-shaped tattoo on my body
Your advices are petals of carnations under my feet
Your hair is a forest full of fairies and fairy tails
God, tell me how did you put paradise between his legs?