In love with these petals

 

 

The beauty you have in your face

There are three beautiful red flowers

Real breasts and it makes me hallucinate

Really in love with these petals.

 

Abyssal the black color wearing the breasts

In the golden yellow hair parade

Pulsing in this haughtiness causes yearnings

Further in our bed it is dark.

 

I will kiss your honey lips

No aroma without describing the motel

I will scream your name Isabel.

 

Night lit with the lights of your eyes

Between caresses and more than a thousand thorns

I embrace the three corollas and I don't choose.