Your Breathing Made Me Shudder
While you were sleeping on a bed of roses, my face approached yours.
I was still staring at your closed eyelids, your lips with a slight smile.
Your breathing made me shudder.
My blood has warmed up.
My soul of passion has inflamed.
If sleep dominated you, your sweet face radiated a sensual light.
Your diaphanous skin, like light the moth, attracted me.
On the eyelids and on the lips a delicate kiss I leave you, so that you can reach your dreams.