If the rigor goes to me in the summerAnd neither naked endured my skin,If the day passes in sadness and hielYou come to throw my sweat.Well, it’s you who wakes up my ardorIf you look at me from the roof, thatthat turns agony into life and honey,Who protects my sex from heat.That sweat in my skin is desireAnd I just undress because I wantand there is moisture only in my sex.I hope to be with you, prisoner,demonstrate my appreciation with caressesand with your blades give me on my hips.
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