@ gabrimagic33 The stars showered joy,
the garden of your delights.
The gods of the stars
chose their majesty,
as the compass
of their destiny.
Your cat-like eyes
clouded my hope,
watered in silver
and wood,
like your cleavage
on my screen.
Your mouth aimed at me,
immortal, in prose
the lines had already
been written,
both in time
and in your soul.
The journey through
the stars turned
your desires into conquests.
The planets around
the sun became jewels,
as brilliant as your breasts.
Every time you rise,
the walls dampen
As if they danced
in unison on your hips
and in your panties.
From crimson red,
like the way you
always touch yourself,
fire in your emerald.
The desert sands
blind me like your
curves in my lap.
Your brown color
poisons me with sweat
and fragrance.
Don't be my tigress
with such lightness,
since with your charm
you cover me like
a sad cloak both
in my mind and
in your earmuffs.
This IS one of my poetry.