The Mask

THE MASK

Another day it is completed,

other night but that comes to you

and challenges you with questions.

Once in your room,

you undress,

you take that formally ring,

put aside as well,

that mask in which you take refuge;

Total, nobody sees you,

even he,

lying asleep on the bed;

now you, really you.

You wear your android to bed

knowing well,

take me to your side,

then will I read avidly,

your mind takes you to me.

You got me now just for you.

You are the star

&lt burning those stories;/p>

your mask prevents you read,

but tonight especially

they have become urgent

Your fingers become wings

And you fly to your secrets lustfully places

But your mind flies to the north,

where I am.

Your knees are separated,

your belly reaches the frenzy,

bite your knuckles

not to scream,

your gates open,

and that volcano erupts,

groaning is not expected,

Altogether, that no account is given.

This sweet spasm shakes you,

and with an unusual smile

you doblegas exhausted before Morfeo.

Hours pass and dawn comes,

is another day;

Stretch out your hand toward the nightstand,

you put your ring

and with it returns the mask.

Life, there we go;

our roles call us now,

then we will call our passions.