drops on the fire to the refreshment of the tongue and the phrases on your skin

pretty girl, you are a woman of charm and deeply deterministic

to the blush of the timid to the cold coin and ice

to the romantics

lustful and tender to the one with verses and dagger

whoever hurts your neck with the mischief of a caress

spicy, sweet, and deliciously juicy

your lips are put on the naked poem

to the sarcastic fire, to the wild hum

and shake

to the soft touch of the teeth

and the squeeze in the curves

to the silhouette of fingers on a guitar

to the distracted slip, and oil

to the lifting, to the fight, to the resistance

in the vigor of the sunset

and to the defeat facing the sea

to the beat of the wind, messy hair

and refreshing waves