Let me go at least with the image of a loving smile from your lips
Oh source of men's desires and pains
Your fleshy skin glides over the hairs of our eyelashes
And your dancing hip excites the desires of our sleepy souls
The tips of your breasts surrounded by constellation stars
Nourish those who kiss you with love
And with desire those caress them
Your image tinged with passion colors all the thoughts of those who suffer just to look at you
And the harmonious features of your face captivate them
And make them succumb to your charm
On this pole you are worth a thousand queens and ten thousand princesses
Beautiful woman from charming nights
©mathusalah
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