BOSOM DANCE 8

Oh my lord

I want her the fragrance of nostalgia.

I want to hold every screams

in her body cell

I want the high clear sky

be jealous of her body

while she undressed.

I want every land to be

ashamed of her clay

I want the twilight to be erased

from the check of the sky

and no twilight exists

only the twilight of her body.

While gently strike her plateaux

where the charmed redness

inhabited her .

Where colors are unable

to compare to her character

where the artist is existed

and through his brush saying :

Glory for this creation quaintness

body and temptation

and a beautiful game

shake the desire and orgasm together

and longing for spaces

beyond fantasies
in a cold chamber
induced with passion
requesting warmth..

Tarek