O My love,
Night draws with the brush of dream
The silhouettes of desire....
I behold you
Luscious
Thrilling,
Naked,
Yearning for love
And me...
Thus I see my self
Drawing with the brush of lips
The lines of the body,
Coloring it with the colors of summer
And rain...
The painting smolders
Becoming a forest of wine
And madness...!!
