I understand why you are a captive of my mind,
I analyze my senses and wonder
—Are they yours or are they mine?
My eyes perceive
the picture of your body.
The perfume I enjoy the most is the fragrance of your body next to mine.
The Rosé is more delicious when I drink it from your lips,
and your words are erogenous vibrations, that inject love into my ears.
Who owns the senses?