With softness of pink lace
you dress your body
and the height of your honey breast
you put on me
and with shivering fingers,
those gentle pigeons,
in fragrant buds,
with soft colours you land.

Intoxicated with sweet blossom
of sighs my pupils
in hot love of your
playful body they sing
and with red breath of rose petals
they start to bud,
in touches of endless
shivers of closeness in blossom.

You treat with lust
of entwined pink light
and in easy dance
of  boiling groins you enjoy,
and with a spark of silence,
you observe my palms in astonishment
as they sail through the air
to the water colour of your body.

You meet them and  kiss
with wet spectrum of  lips
you are happy for the love
embrace in my eyes
and carried with sight
with which I have always loved you
with mighty pleasures,
constantly, you flow to me.