we were so deluged that love burned between us

your beauty of perfect woman love

it's what makes me hold on to what I say, to the promises

to the book without writing to whisper in your ear, I like you

to go through your body like the dog when sniffs its prize

I like you a lot, woman

your curves in my hands, I want your whole body

to kiss it with my tongue

without hesitation, to the measure of the sea at dusk

in the afternoon when the waves drag the clothes

I like you, I love the delicious shape of your small breasts

from your slender waist, the scent on the border of tasting your lips

and the color of your eyes when they look at me

with the soft breath of satisfaction.