The Man whose affair's ended.

You, my desire is...

your body, 

Your slippery hands...

Can't do it.

What is it?

My true desire is you.

Give me your sigh's

At the end of an extenuos day,

Then come with me 

and cry.

Besides,

The moon will follow

our ravenous sight,

That hides in the deepness shadows,

...and in your body,

when we close our eyes

And lies...