Your fire, mature woman, envelops me,
burns me, traps me, with a thirst for madness.
It is a voracious flame that my soul unleashes,
a river of fire that passion unleashes.
In every caress, in every sigh,
Your scent guides me, like a sweet whisper.
Of burning lips, in touch and in dance,
I lose myself in your fire, in the dance of hope.
Your eyes, two embers, burning brightly,
In the dark night, their light is my defence.
With you winter becomes summer,
and in your warm embrace, I am no longer a stranger.
You are my refuge, my harbour, my home,
In the fire of your arms, I learn to love.
Every moment with you is an eternal fire,
building a world that is not earthly.