an angel many would call her when they saw her juicy lips

those that get wet when her clear eyes stare

with the naughtiness that is seen in her nails

a mischievous goddess many would say in chorus

but I

I just want one thing

if only the universe allowed

I would like to become on her nails

not when she buries them in the sand pretending

write a name with hearts

nor when she scratches someone else

when singing a high note of passion

I would like to do it to feel her pulsations

the beating of her soul while the refreshing drops

of life they would fill me with the brightness of the sun

also, would make me slippery

to play the same game.