Beauty In the Morning

What a beauty I felt at dawn... when touching your being With the gentle warmth of the sun... successive and deep dreams fantasies spread around of my being... She has the holy fire of heaven in the hair...fireworks dancing like wildcats loving like wild moons. Her hair as black as a star, her lips, fruits of Heaven, her eyes, dark flames, your round curves, pure rapture... Her full wet love of primal fantasies and dreams... And she hot like Amazonian sun, flows the boundless river... PS ... transcription of the poem O what a beauty i knew at dawn with interacao and version Tim Clodsey, world poet boy alkas poetry