Your Hands
Your hands understand me, they speak to me
They touch me, they take me, they make me tender
Don't stop hugging me every second
Because without you I'm a drifting ship
That's why touch me, caress me, pass your hands
For all my skin that there is nothing left that I do not explore
Your hands, because your hands are magical and wonderful
They make you feel sensations full of pleasure and ecstasy
Your hands understand me, they speak to me
They touch me, they take me, they make me tender
Don't stop hugging me every second
Because without you I'm a drifting ship
Your hands are a delight of pleasure, caressing me
They talk to me, they tell me not to tremble, not to
They will hurt, on the contrary, they will fill me with affection and love
That they will take me to places that I have never traveled
Your hands understand me, they speak to me
They touch me, they take me, they make me tender
Don't stop hugging me every second
Because without you I'm a drifting ship
Tus manos
Tus manos me entienden, me hablan
Me tocan, me llevan, me hacen tierno
No dejes de abrazarme cada segundo
Porque sin ti soy un barco a la deriva
Por eso tócame, acaríciame, pasa tus manos
Por toda mi piel que no quede nada por explorar
Tus manos, porque tus manos son mágicas y maravillosas
Te hacen sentir sensaciones llenas de placer y éxtasis
Tus manos me entienden, me hablan
Me tocan, me llevan, me hacen tierno
No dejes de abrazarme cada segundo
Porque sin ti soy un barco a la deriva
Tus manos son un deleite de placer, acariciándome
Me hablan, me dicen que no tiemble, que no
Me harán daño, al contrario, me llenarán de cariño y amor
Que me llevarán a lugares que nunca he recorrido
Tus manos me entienden, me hablan
Me tocan, me llevan, me hacen tierno
No dejes de abrazarme cada segundo
Porque sin ti soy un barco a la deriva
Escrita por: Sergio Umbría