YOUR NUDITY
Thy nakedness paraded quietly
Divine marvel at such beauty
Raging over the room without surprise
As much as the desire to present
In fury willing, fully
And when it unveils the stream
Of dreams and deliriums, whish’s stuck,
Tailed defenseless in such chain.
The love that had proved insatiable
The tone becomes another field arable
And now as cultivation, fruits,
Harvest joys done in masterly
And I know you want more
Your presence intensifies the light...
MARCOS LOURES
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