A Lover With Gentle Hands

Lover, touch her with a gentleness which maker her quiver with passion; when whispered words matter, a delightful thought can enlighten her sublime smile lost in happiness, what else will she desires more than love? Inside the fire is unquenchable, and the joy is unsurmountable: when it is started and given by a lover with gentle hands; a lover whose trust in her is pure! In that meadow where wild flowers are a dazzling red and invite fragile butterflies, the waving grass of the fragrant hill turns a solar yellow in extreme heat... as two lovers weave amazing dreams by the shade of a willow tree; and who knows this season better than they? Lover with gentle hands, never take those hands away; keep caressing her, never pretend; and whenever she asks for another kiss: be generous and make her delirious... as the southern wind brings another fragrance of distant memories that a forgetful lover leaves behind! Even this memorable day is coming to its end, and the kisses intensify as you wish for stars... chasing away the scarlet sunset with impatient eyes; and she gladly expresses that intense imotion, never refusing, ever obedient and silently she lets every sense be taken by imagination... only feeling the gentle hands of a lover, who demands nothing more than faithfulness and generosity!