And she came

Marcon Roberto Junior

And she came, in a transparent nightgown.

She walked slowly and steadily.

She was smiling non-stop.

And she came, barefoot on the rug,

Her feet touched the velvet.

Her hands longed for the time to arrive.

The wait was a storm,

The music was already different.

She walked non-stop.

She touched the nightgown,

She stopped her walk.

I took her in my arms

And I took her elsewhere.

A place you couldn't imagine.

I ripped off his shirt

I kissed every part of her body.

I tasted the best two flavors.

She was wearing a sweater...