Just one more time to be close again,

To wrap myself in the brocade of your caresses.

To feel shy under an intently passionate gaze,

And in dark irises to read "I want."

To surrender borders in the embrace of tenderness,

To open up to love, to dissolve in it.

With lips that taste like honey with cinnamon,

To drink to the point of madness, to the point of devils.

Under the onslaught of hands to turn into a lioness,

So that the whip of fiery passion lashes,

To bite with kisses, to writhe in moans,

Breathing to gasp, floating to burn.

To entwine under the weight of the blanket,

To absorb the rhythm of your heart's beats,

At dawn to read on your face that it's not enough,

To hear "Stay, don't go."

Nothing could have been more honest, higher.

Having broken, we lost, and it cannot be returned...

Under the fiery-starred celestial roof

We both, but apart, chart our path.

A suite of the rejected stretches on,

The ardor has melted into cold mist.

Nothing, no one is needed anymore...

No, you were not the best. You were — the beloved.