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Wine is better in your mouth
‘I love you’ is more tender in your voice
The night in your body is shorter
I’m getting ill with love
I’d like to walk in your hair
I’d like to make a night in your skin
Think that it was all a dream
And then discover you again
And love you like I would do
Like a man loves a woman
Having you as mine
And not be able to believe it
So mine, mine, mine, mine
That you’re part of my skin
Knowing you was my luck
Loving you is a pleasure, woman
I’d like to drink from your breast
The honey of dawn
My fingers searching for paths
At last reaching your being
To dance the waltz of the waves
Body to body, you and me
Fuse together with you in the shadows
And write you a poem of love
And love you like I would do
Like a man loves a woman
Having you as mine
And not be able to believe it
So mine, mine, mine, mine
That you’re part of my skin
Knowing you was my luck
Loving you is a pleasure, woman