Shout to the world that you,
you alone, are the flame,
the fire that burns in my breast,
the echo of my soul.
Your body, a sacred map,
a universe of delights,
where every touch is a verse
that whispers in caresses.
In the night, under the stars,
my heart in your hand,
we walk new paths,
you my lighthouse, me your brother.
The caresses of your fingers
don't just brush my skin,
they are rivers that run through me,
they are the song of a paintbrush.
They reach the deepest depths,
where no one has ever gone,
they open doors of destiny,
each touch is a heartbeat.
I shout to the wind and to the skies,
that in your arms I found peace,
that we made this instant
a home, an eternal compass.
That beyond words,
in the touch of your skin
is the divine bond
that creates, that unites, that is.
