Prison

In the prison of your arms I got lost

I am not but I who speak, poetry lives in me

You, absolute, reign on my throne,

That can also be your dungeon,

The closer you get to me,

I will seduce you as far as you can,

And seeing you delivered to the deepest ecstasy,

Still, I will ask more of you,

To such an extent that we will no longer know who slaves

And who is enslaved by the storms of seduction

And in a fatal kiss, like your queen, I will suck you

Last vestiges of your vigorous life, to make

To give it without measure ... While you live in me ...