Your hands on my waist, the night moving slow, París no era el problema, siempre fuimos tú y yo. We danced without looking, but our bodies spoke, cada paso un susurro, cada movimiento una llama. You make me lose control, cariño, and I don't want it back, I'm yours, amor, even when I know I should be scared. Your lips brush my ear, dices algo que no entiendo, but your voice is so sweet that my soul gives in slow. Lose control with me, amor, I promise I won't let you go. I'm yours, cariño, even if it hurts, I don't want to stop loving you. We danced so close, the world disappeared, y en tus ojos vi que era real, aunque no fuera bien. Tell me you want this, susurras, y yo asiento sin hablar, because words always ruin what's about to happen. You're dangerous, te digo, y tú te ríes sin cuidado, I know, baby, respondes, y siento que ya he perdido. But I stay, because with you I always want to stay, aunque tus besos sepan a despedida y a olvido. Your hand on my hip, squeezing softly, slow, the other on my neck, brushing my skin, the perfect moment to lose control, to be completely yours, I'm yours, amor, even when your love is a beautiful ruin. And the final note played, long and deep, like a heartbeat, y los dos supimos que ese era el final, el adiós, el olvido. This is it, baby, dijiste, y el suelo se abrió bajo mis pies, but I stayed, because I wanted to remember every part of the after. Your lips brushed mine, not kissing, just brushing, like you were saying goodbye without really wanting to. Was that our ending?, preguntaste, y apreté tu mano. Maybe, respondí, but what a beautiful one it was. Y mientras la nota se apagaba, susurré sin soltar tu mirada: Was that our grand finale, love? Y tú, sin palabras, solo sonreíste and turned off the light.
