Star of its own incandescent light, Your shine excites me and illuminates me, Because you are the girl woman, Of my most indecent desire. Your gaze on mine matches, And burns in me the burning fire, Try me all while hot, With the movement that fascinates me. No touch, in a great irony, Feel how my pulse in you throbs, As I tune in. I hope you're there too, Listening to this sweet and crazy symphony, Of my moan, which thus courtes you.