You have gilded lips that with river of sights,
always like shivering of pearly stars,
kiss my cheeks and while with fuss of your lips,
like a doe you disappear in dawn of my hands,
I run in meadows of your lusty body
and sometimes like a flower,
and sometimes with smile I submerge in you
and with joy of a blue sky I bud.
I burst just with a thought that you accept my body
or how lovely, roughly you want me.
At the same time when I sink sweetly, my mistress,
you entwine your hair under me and lay sighs
and you make our bad vast spring of passion.
Nobody but you has so many fruits of blessedness.
and nobody has shoulders lit by light of endlessness
In your tears night and day are drops of eternity
between your hips, the sea opens it's rocks.
What can shade the whiteness of your breast?
What is my joy bit powerlessness without your gentle closeness?
My life flows in your hands.
Your thoughts remind me of a breeze of spring rainbow.
Your are all in silence of calm waters,
and yet, you embrace like a torrent,
and underneath my belly you transfer into the swirl
and endlessly lean on my soft shores.