I want to walk the burning map of your skin

I want to walk the burning map of your skin,
to follow with my lips the paths of desire,
to draw on your back the story of the night
and for the dawn to find us in a sincere whisper.
You are the living ember that ignites my destiny,
and in the dance of shadows, I lose myself and soar.
My fingers are compasses in the sea of your body's sea,
tracing the contours of an eternal love,
and in every stolen kiss, the moon is a witness,
that the world stops, in the heat of this longing.
I want to walk the burning map of your skin,
to leave footprints without haste, on this sacred journey,
and when the day awakens, with its caramel light,
the echo of our story will still resound by my side.