Your Body

your body, white hills that rise above your chest.
white thighs, smoothed by my hands
hot skin, where frozen lusts melts,
passion burns slowly as your body lies exhausted on the bed
I thought I knew how to love, before you appeared naked in front of me
But now I know I was just a virgin before a woman like you.
Those sleeping eyes in the morning, were the warmth of the spring breeze in the green fields,
where the buds bloomed after the morning dew,
the dawn of a new day, of the life that was born inside your body
like a warm land that I had to plow.
your body, kissed by my lips,
your gasps, like birdsongs,
that calls for new horizonts,
as the river of passion flowed between your legs.
in a waterfall of pleasure that ejaculate down your thighs.

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