Graceful star, where and why
Sharply diverged our roads?
In your life I am a storehouse of eternal problems,
Knocking steps timidly waiting on the threshold.

I dream of kneeling and hugging my knees,
Kissing them passionately through the pants,
Throw off your shoes, lick your fingers in unconsciousness,
Making uterine sounds,

And then lure you into bed by deception
In the impatience of clothes tearing,
To make a blizzard of linen,
Raise us on the threshold of paradise.