I Need a Perfect Woman

I need you to carry Me with your arms; Feeding me in a whispering Baby-boy’s cry through The faithful sense lay Grace yet makes me feel good By those fat breasts Like two colossal clouds As they are reaching the infinity peeks. And wide, for skin’s fly to skin's touch, As soon I pronounce The first evening you shall be With me in bed. I need you woman, my angel. Behind those poetical Eyes almost sleeping And calmly me my hungry for you, And I have all you need For a strong hug; Makes me then to rest Besides you when all your body shall be wrapped up in dawn to spring Following you as mine; Like a storm together we shall grow.