princess, you are a rhyme when I touch you with my mouth, juicy and charming with my caresses

I would dance day and night with the sensuality of your aroma

with the daring rays of the sun

with the discreet ones of the afternoon

with the romantics at dawn and your smile

with the delight and wildness of a flirtatious look

with a love sonnet

bewitching courtesy, rebellion

fleeting and tied to the sweetness of your lips

beautiful you are fire

the warm rain and the jasmine

I want to taste the taste of your softness

of your polite phrases,

of disguised innocence

caressing the curves of your letters

walking between the lines lurking in the secrets

the signs and clues

biting the spelling

to leave the sheet smooth with overflowing ink