We jumped into the unmade bed,
covered ourselves with a white cotton quilt.
When uncovering our deep love, our eyes soaked in passionate tears,
with my head under your neck, I started with a sweet peck.
Lost myself in your floral scent,
caught in the secret spell.
Like a snail, I craved a place in your love shell.
Your hips are like a strawberry tart;
a love bite from me could be a decent start.
Every stroke of your tongue on my cheek
left a romantic art that could speak.
If we hit dessert by noon, let’s start over soon,
so you can devour me again, under the silent moon.
I want this moment to be imprinted on the dark sky,
so the moon and stars will know
that you will be my wife for the rest of my life.