Under the dome of nights shining like a sea of falling stars

Under the dome of nights shining like a sea of falling stars, The fruits of summer pour out their fragrant burden in a waltz of dreams, The aroma of encounters with you, my love, like an elixir of hidden gods, Intoxicates my senses and carries me on wings of time and longing. Your body, a sanctuary of summer, sculpted in graceful feline forms, Where the nectar of eternity flows gently over your warm marble skin, From the cup of pleasure, I sip metaphors woven from glances and whispers, In the field of your heart, I paint my love with shades of eternity. A mist of longing settles on your thigh like a curtain of sapphires, Coloring the nights with bittersweet kisses, a song of the stars, When your being, like a diaphanous dream, comes to life and vibrates under my hand, And the flames of desire rewrite our stories on the endless sky. From your summer, my love, I build a castle of words and unknown longings, With foundations of dreams and walls of secret thoughts, undefeated by time, I rewrite you at each sunrise, with the first breath of morning, When the wind sings to me ballads of wandering birds and memories. Poems are born from the tender touch of my palm on your breast, An adornment of longings and mysteries deeply hidden in the fabric of time, Your form, with a body full of bounty, hides its summer beneath the veil of night, Aromas caught in threads of desire and sweet shapes like the honey of secrets. Your metaphors, my love, fill my nights with your divine light, And in the orchard's silence, I hide, dressed in your whispers, To lay upon your body adornments of verse and let my pen fly with passion, For our summer love, like an old and enchanted wine, Intoxicates me again, loses me and finds me in your arms, Beloved, to be your eternal summer, in an endless dance of words, Where magic and melancholy intertwine in the rhythm of stars and desires, And our story remains written on the sky of the heart, without end.