you are challenge, cinnamon scent, the enemy, and the delight

my beautiful

when I touch you, my love, you are erotic poetry.

the fire and the fresh

you are the intertwined lyrics of a song

the nakedness of the night, the fine moon

my love, beautiful doll, I will play in my mind

to the rhythm of your kisses

to the fight of the mouths that want to float

and flood each other at dawn

to the warm cold of a hug

to the romantic dance that burns, guilty and innocent

to the response of hearts and skins

connecting us together

on the flight of the intimacy of a look

to the passion of a destination

to the thoughts of a toast

to the wind of spring

to the extravagance of the charm of a smile

in the sunshine of a night